Bus Report #749
I settled in to my seat, next to a man who really would have preferred his backpack to have the seat instead of me.
A couple rows ahead of us there was an unassuming older woman, a fleece vest over her hospital scrubs, rocking out to music on her headphones. She wasn't just nodding her head to the music, or rolling her shoulders. This woman was capital-D-Dancing, even if she was sitting down the whole time.
I loved watching her dance moves, even down to some subtle arm gestures.
A mom and her two kids got on and sat a few seats away from the dancer. One of the kids, a little girl, couldn't stop staring at the dancer. She'd poke her little face out from the hood of her bright pink jacket, stare a little, and then slouch back down in her seat.