…reminders of how quickly the summer is closing.
The low sunrise.
Don’t care if they’re crazy, drunk… or just us,
…catching someone dancing at a bus stop;
…makes everything else better.
I have decided that standing on a moving, frequently-stopping-Metro-bus, is the exact the same thing as standing in a canoe… through a semi-gently cascading rapid.
Both feet, sort of firmly planted… not quite sure where to hang on to.
And desperate muscles, attempting to balance so as not to plummet forward or backward.
Just too bad we are not outside, actually IN a canoe… might be slightly more refreshing.
Lack of coffee can sometimes cause the brain to wander and notice random things…
I’ve just realized that there are far more men on this bus than women. I have no idea what this means… just an odd thing to notice.
Now I have to wait to see if this is the case every morning… hmmm… perhaps different days of the week.
And to not forget coffee tomorrow morning. *sigh*
Dawdlers of the sidewalk…
…please pick a side!
I have a bus to catch…
I got my hustle on; I’ll be coming right on through!
There are mornings… It is imperative to just focus on the view.
Often, when leaving the city in the evening, the bus gets pretty packed…before even leaving downtown. Add to that the ending of a midday baseball game…and ‘standing room only’ doesn’t even begin to describe the packed line of multiple buses.
I have grown quite fond of the taller, sideways seats… and no one to look over your shoulder, as you write about the bus’ journey… or to see that you’re terrible, playing Old Testament trivia, with your best friend.
This afternoon, it feels as though there are 378 people on the 522, heading back to Kenmore. As we near the end of Lake City, the lovely gal jammed in the aisle in front of me between two much taller gentlemen, asks me to pull the cord. I, myself, jammed between two people on my raised perched, awkwardly reaches back to indicated the next stop is desired… I BARELY nudged the gal next to me…
The look she shot me, mixed in with tremendous disdain… Was akin to the scathing looks a teenager may throw, as you talk over their phone conversation. Dripping with disgust and annoyance, rivaling that of my own teens.
And I, being mature and of sound mind… Couldn’t help but smile to myself, chuckling softly as I offered my apologies.
Of course…the remaining 8 stops, were riddled with suppressed giggling.
Man, I needed that!
With much time on the bus, during one’s commute, there is time to create things….
@erinbusdailies because everyone needs a twitter handle.
At least I can’t get into trouble, texting and commuting anymore.