At the front of the bus, sits the guy who stands every time the bus driver makes a stop and opens up the doors. I wonder if he does that out of respect or as a way of announcing his self-proclaimed authority on the bus. I wait to see if he starts saluting the people who get on next.
Nearby, I notice the guy who took several classes with me and takes the same same bus as I do who never remembers who I am. Maybe he works as a spy undercover and doesn't want his identity revealed.
Sitting beside me, I notice the lady who wears a wool hat every day on the bus no matter what the weather is like. Doesn't she know care that it's 90 degrees outside? Or is there more of a story there?
Sitting towards the back, a guy who takes a slurp of his drink and when he finishes his sip will say, "Arrgh, matey." Does he imagine he's on a pirate ship setting out to sail the seven seas? I didn't stare as he gets off the bus, but I'm certain he had one eye squinted with a corn cob pipe stuck in his mouth.
And as the bus ride comes to an end, I can't help but over hear the conversation someone is having on their cell phone about inheriting a great deal of money. He could be a liar, but would he really want
to take that sort of risk by having this conversation on public transportation?
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