Stop now. Please.
Were you thinking of this verse from Wendy Cope?Bloody men are like bloody busesYou wait for about a yearAnd as soon as one approaches your stopTwo or three others appear.
I waited ages for a deity and all I got was this lousy trinity.
Were you thinking of this verse from Wendy Cope?Distressingly, I was thinking of this verse from Benny Hill:For an hour I waitedFor a bus to take me home.Then three come all together'Cos they're scared to come alone.
Maybe Wendy Cope also was thinking of Benny Hill. Perhaps you're in good company!