I ride tri met to work and back home at the end of the day. I've so enjoyed it with it's community feeling. Granted, most of my fellow bus mates use the bus from necessity. Haunting DUI's restricting their movement. But I love the camaraderie. The faintest smell of two days ago beer spilled in the frenzy of imbibing. But I love the avoidance of traffic and parking. The slightly deranged drug seeking bearded woman asking if she can borrow someone's cell phone to call in a prescription. But I love the watching the other people on the bus try and find a response to the query. I love the interaction between the commuters and what I have affectionately deemed the bus "lifers".
Well, today was my turn. A slightly deranged chinese man got onto the bus and sat right next to me on a half full bus. He had three boxes of cigarettes and could not resist asking me over and over again to confirm how beautiful the yellow was on the boxes. Even though I did emphatically answer "Oh yes, they ARE so beautiful" each time I was quarried. I just thank God I was only two stops away from home.
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