One of the women used to wait at the bus stop across the road and he started talking to her.

Her daughter had been waiting at the bus stop near his house for months.

In fact, he is the only man at the bus stop.

For two weeks, every day at the bus stop I'd think about her.

Here there is a large car park and a bus stop.

The bus stop is at the front of the station.

At the very least, that bus stop has got to be moved.

Late one night a man ran up to her at a bus stop.

She last saw him standing and waiting at a bus stop.

I told her she was in the right place: the bus stop.