The bus was late. I do not appreciate it when the bus is late. That is not professional. They have timetables so you know when the bus is overdue. I carry an assortment with me at all times because you never know when you might find yourself somewhere unfamiliar and in need of a bus. It was the No. 13 that was behind schedule. I am not superstitious you understand—that would not be scientific—nor do I suffer from triskaidekaphobia but I do so hate the No. 13 bus. Thirteen is the sixth prime number and the smallest emirp which is a prime which is a different prime when reversed and they are special. It is the smallest number with eight letters in its name spelled out in English. It is also the first of the teens. I would not have given this bus that number though. It is fairly common for hotels not to have a thirteenth floor and, occasionally, no fourth. Those in charge should think carefully before they allocate numbers to bus routes. People can get upset over things like that. I know I do.
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