Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Bus Report #42

This morning the bus was packed but full of many of my favorite commuters.
The little families.
Ebony, one of my oldest busmates.
My favorite sweatshop lady, who sat beside me, said hello and patted my knee. As I got up to leave I wished her a happy Chinese New Year.
The nice teens. As we waited for the bus there was a woman on the sidewalk across the street, and the teens and I tried to figure out if she was hurt or crazy. The bus came before we could find out.
The snobby people who work at The Guardian.


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