Numero Trois.
Just now I experienced moment of beauty #3.
On the #12 going up Madison.
A young man in a velour track suit and Tupac shirt steps aboard the bus with his Ipod so loud that I can clearly hear the Ludacris from 10 feet away. I assume he is the average tuned out, could care less teenager. We get to the last stop in the ride free area, where an older gentlemen gets off, then I see the young man bolt across the bus, grab something then jump off. I look through the window to see the young guy offering the old man a book, but he simply shakes his head. The young guy looks at the book, looks around, and then looks up and smiles as the bus drives away.
And that was that.
On the #12 going up Madison.
A young man in a velour track suit and Tupac shirt steps aboard the bus with his Ipod so loud that I can clearly hear the Ludacris from 10 feet away. I assume he is the average tuned out, could care less teenager. We get to the last stop in the ride free area, where an older gentlemen gets off, then I see the young man bolt across the bus, grab something then jump off. I look through the window to see the young guy offering the old man a book, but he simply shakes his head. The young guy looks at the book, looks around, and then looks up and smiles as the bus drives away.
And that was that.