
I spend a lot of time on buses.
I enjoy it. Particularly suburban buses. I like the sense of camaraderie between the bus drivers. They always wave at one another as the drive past, even bus drivers of other companies. This, I have noticed, does not happen in the city. Infact bus-catching in the city is a far less enjoyable passtime. They are always packed the passengers look grim and are always in such a hurry. Atleast suburban buses out her in the west have colourful passengers. Like the disturbed Irish woman who struck up a conversation about reading with me. Interesting woman, off her face, but none-the-less friendly.
I make a habit of thanking the bus drivers as I get off the bus. For their time, for not killing me, for waving at other bus drivers.
The bus carries me somewhere else. Somewhere better than here. In the long run anyway and I am thankful for that.
I have decided that if all else fails I will become a bus driver.
I have a plan for a communal umbrella. i will attach a water proof note to the umbrella reading something like : This umbrella is intended for anyone in need. Use it to get from A to B and then pass it on to someone else who needs its protection. I'm going to leave this umbrella on the 900 and believe in the honesty of people and hope it makes a difference. It's sappy but I like to think about it.
Okay that was off topic. Sorry.
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