Bus Report #42
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.