Now each morning as I was getting onto the first bus there was a lady getting of, nothing odd about that.
Each evening after I had disembarked from the last bus of the day and started walking home I would pass the same lady on her way to the bus stop.
Hence my mental name for her, the other way lady as she is always going the other way to me.
Until recently I had thought she must have an even longer day than me, assuming that she boarded the bus at the beginning of its route. The error of that assumption became clear one morning when I thought I must have dawdled in my walking to the bus stop and missed the bus as I passed the other way lady with a third of my walk still to go. However, the bus had not yet arrived and indeed I had the usual few mins wait. Perhaps she had a lift (a topic for another time, the lift) that morning and I gave thought to the rest of the day and left the change simply at relief for catching the bus.
The next day we passes at the same point and the day after I was closer to the bus station and could see her approach it from the other side, ah ha she was now walking a greater part or perhaps all of her journey. So perhaps her travelling day is actually shorter than mine, I still wonder where she is going as she purposefully strides the other way.