Bus connections
People on our cross-town commuter bus generally keep to themselves, except the occasional passenger who comes on with a friend. Quiet, tired, just trying to get to or from work or medical appointments.
This week, though, I was struck by two small moments of people connecting.
There’s a young man who sleeps hunched in the front seat with his head on his backpack. He somehow wakes up at or just before his stop. A couple of days ago, he didn’t stir. A man who tends to sit in the perpendicular seat-I call him Mr. Bold Color Choices because of his socks and pocket squares-leaned forward, shook the kid’s arm, and said, “It’s your stop.” Kid said thanks and skedaddled.
Yesterday, we received yet another new and/or substitute driver who had not been given route directions from the dispatcher. A guy in front was using a phone app to guide him. The guy was only going a few stops, though, so when he was ready to get off, he turned around and asked if anyone could take over. A woman stepped up and helped the driver for another several stops. Then her stop came, and she asked if anyone was going to the end of the line. A man in the back I’d never seen before raised his hand and took the reins. It took an hour, but we made it from my neighborhood to my destination and presumably the two final stops. The amiable tag-teaming tempered an otherwise annoying situation.
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This week, though, I was struck by two small moments of people connecting.
There’s a young man who sleeps hunched in the front seat with his head on his backpack. He somehow wakes up at or just before his stop. A couple of days ago, he didn’t stir. A man who tends to sit in the perpendicular seat-I call him Mr. Bold Color Choices because of his socks and pocket squares-leaned forward, shook the kid’s arm, and said, “It’s your stop.” Kid said thanks and skedaddled.
Yesterday, we received yet another new and/or substitute driver who had not been given route directions from the dispatcher. A guy in front was using a phone app to guide him. The guy was only going a few stops, though, so when he was ready to get off, he turned around and asked if anyone could take over. A woman stepped up and helped the driver for another several stops. Then her stop came, and she asked if anyone was going to the end of the line. A man in the back I’d never seen before raised his hand and took the reins. It took an hour, but we made it from my neighborhood to my destination and presumably the two final stops. The amiable tag-teaming tempered an otherwise annoying situation.
Originally posted at https://bironic.dreamwidth.org/366036.html, where there are
comments.