disparity
greeted me this evening as I walked to the bus stop with two of my classmates. One went off in a Route A single-deck shuttle bus which appeared to be grossly overcrowded, while two of us remained.
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I was shortly treated to the sight of no less than four double-deck 179 buses cresting the hill, and all at the bus stop were similarly surprised.
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The bus stop soon became a hive of activity as the four buses simultanouesly disgorged and picked up their passengers. Within two minutes, all was silent, as if those shiny red-and-white monsters had never been.
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Not five minutes later, two more double-deck buses appeared, and I watched the same scenario unfold before my very eyes.
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It was not till the two behemoths had gone did the solitary Route B shuttle bus come chugging up the hill.
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Disparity.
