A bus and spaghetti

I was waiting for a bus at a bus stop when a man came there. He asked me when a bus would come. I answered with pointing the time table of the sign board, this bus hadn't come yet, usually it would be late several minutes. He said this road was very crowded, he wondered the bus would come really. I answered it was okay because the cars on the road were going gradually, it was only one lane here bu
t it would
be two lanes over there soon . He worried again he had to be the terminal at 8:30, he wondered if he would be on time. I answered it was okay, I’d usually used the bus of the same time everyday and I’d usually got there 8:25. He was being relieved when I talked to him until this.

I found my English teacher had an injury on his third finger when I talked to him until this. He said to me, he was dropping knife on the finger when he cooked. I said scary.