No longer a victim - a short story

Victim. The word rang in my ears as the mayhem of the day before came to memory. It had been the beginning of any other day when I rose and headed off for work. I dressed as normal, made lunch with lettuce and mayonnaise and plodded off to the station. And that's where it all went wrong. 
 

To my dismay, the trains weren't running and now, I was running late.
It took a whole hour to get everyone onto the pathetic buses they had sent. I thought that maybe the railways would have foresight to supply more than one bus for we sad beings who had been stranded on this rainy day. We had been in drought for five bloody years and yet this was the day the skies decided to let forth a mayhem so hard that tracks were flooded, and trains couldn’t get through. Four inches had fallen whilst we were all sleeping and the fact that the local council hadn't done their job of cleaning out drains during the drought, meant they'd backed up and overflowed. So voila, flood and mayhem. 
 

Well at least I saw that the mayor had been trapped. After all, she hadn't known her council workers had been slack and so here she was, like me, waiting in line to catch the bus. It was funny because I had only seen her on the TV and well, you know, it was the fact that here she was in real life, waiting, just like everyone else. It made me realise she was human, and vulnerable to ad-hoc occurrences. 
 

Feeling a little bemused, I decided to try to get the seat next to her on the bus. After all, it was a good opportunity to let her know what was going on in real life around the little village where I lived.  So, after juggling my way through the crowded bus line, I managed to find myself sitting next to this person I'd never really known.
 

'Good morning Lady Mayor,' I said politely. After all, I had some sense of respect. Our mayor managed to smile as I sat down though pretended to be busy reading. I didn't mind. The bus journey was long, and I was patient. After all, I had been waiting for some time to vomit my displeasure of the lack of spending by council in our area. You see, I was just a mere constituent at the receiving end of those lack of funds.

 

The reason? Council was building a marina close by. It was her brainstorm and since it's conception some fifteen years prior, all spare funds had been allocated to beautifying its surrounds. The village where I lived, though two kilometres away, was not close enough to benefit. So, though part of the same shire, we missed out. For fifteen bloody years. But today was my chance to make it right. Yep, it was satisfying to say the least. I was not going to be a victim any more.