Bus Stop

Three had gone in the opposite direction while he had been waiting, but none returned.
He was running late. He'd been standing there for almost twenty five minutes and the timetable had been rendered useless.
He set off walking.
As he got midway between two stops, a bus drove past, mocking him.
"Why?" he yelled, shaking his fist at the vehicle.
Another drove past and then another.
He tore up his bus pass and decided he would buy a car.