cause for complaint
There is a long and endless stretch of road that leads to the nearest bus stop, and one of the great nightmares of my day-to-day existence is being only halfway along that road, and seeing, in the mocking distance, the bus pulling up to the bus stop. Dejection, in the knowledge I will never make it there in time, slumps my shoulders for me. I must make a trip down to the town council and lodge a formal complaint against this misdemeanour. One should not have one's face rubbed in iniquity and despair. I shall propose that the road be taken up and laid down in such a geometric way that the curl of those great willow-like trees lining the sunny avenues will serve to block all direct vision of that accursed bus stop. Apart, that is, from their current purpose of never failing to delight me, every day on my meanderings down this avenue, as they bow maternally over the pavement like green half arches, with those splendid shadows speaking deep purple volumes of summer.