Self-contained comedy micro-story shot like an epic action-movie trailer, photorealistic, deliberately over-dramatic. Setup: ultra-slow-motion hero shot of an office worker sprinting through morning rain toward a city bus at the stop, tie whipping, briefcase papers scattering, pigeons erupting around him; thunderous epic trailer score with choir, heroic sub-bass hits landing on every stride. Cut to: the turn — the doors hiss shut at the exact moment his hand touches them — extreme close-up of his palm squeaking down the wet glass while the driver stares serenely ahead; the epic score cuts dead to plain street ambience and drizzle. Cut to: the bus pulls away in glorious slow motion — and stops three meters later at a red light, idling; one lone violin plays a single sad note while the windshield wipers squeak in rhythm. Final shot: he walks the three meters with full dignity, stands at the doors, and knocks once; the driver looks away, the light turns green, the bus departs, and the epic choir returns for one mocking swell as he stands alone in the spray; hard cut to black on a cheerful bus bell ding. Warm saturated Kodachrome grade, 35mm film grain, dramatic volumetric rain light, ultra-detailed, over-cranked slow-motion camera work, deadpan comic timing, no text, no captions, no watermark.