Statue story

STORY I’m at the bus stop and there’s a statue here. I asked quietly “how long have you been here for?” “About an hour” he said. I wondered if I was hearing things. I was dizzy. In confusion, another question spewed out of my mouth. ‘Here's the bus.’ He replied ‘Not my one.’ I rubbed my eyes and looked up. I realized I was talking to the person standing next to the statue.