Indie Cindy or The Ineptitude of a Narrator

I saw a girl today, she was wearing a white dress and red cardi. I wanted to compliment her on her shoes which were red with white polka dots, I thought they were really nice. I didn't. I don't know why. She got on the bus at Whitehall, her oyster didn't work so the driver waited for her to buy a ticket from the machine, she dropped her money on the floor, I was listening to Maxïmo Park's Russian Literature and Karaoke Plays while this was going on, she got on and stood opposite for a minute then went upstairs never to be seen again.