The villager on his first trip to the city was waiting at a bus stop one morning.
After some hesitation he asked a woman, “Which bus should I take for Mahim?”
“Bus Number 177,” the woman replied, and caught the next bus.
The same evening, the woman got off a bus at the same stop and found the villager still waiting. “Didn’t you get the bus to Mahim?” she exclaimed.
“Not yet,” he said wearily. “So far 168 buses have come and gone-eight more before mine arrives.”