I had reason to ride the bus Friday, not as part of the usual commute but during the day. You know. Like someone without a working car.
And you know what? While the rush-hour buses have purpose and a certain determination about them, the off-hour buses seem confused and easily distracted.
Not the buses, of course, but their contents. The passengers pull the cord signaling a stop without getting off, they leave their legs/baby strollers/children in the aisle, they hit on each other.
I personally witnessed a man successfully pick up a woman early Friday afternoon. Better than her phone number, she actually agreed to ride past her stop to his stop.
They’ll name their first child The 17E.
The bus as meat market – now that’s multi-tasking!
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