Haven’t seen you on this bus before. Come sit by me!
You know, I used to commute by car: 45 minutes in each direction, the final 45 minutes of the day sometimes causing me to stifle – or not stifle! – various four-letter words, muttered suggestions to my fellow human beings about obscene physical impossibilities and my personal sundry theories on their genealogy.
I laughed at the idea of taking the bus. That was for – well, let’s be honest: People without cars; poor people; crazy people.
And then I changed jobs and moved to an area that made taking the bus not only feasible but necessary. Who wants to drive into the city if they don’t have to?
Don’t get me wrong. The bus is just as you suspect: there are, indeed, auto-less, poor and crazy people on the bus.
I’ve had conversations with people who will tell you with a straight face that every life is precious – but for many of them, these precious lives are in the abstract. They don’t work with anyone in a wheelchair, they haven’t seen a blind person in years, they only hear about the homeless when one of them freezes.
If I didn’t take the bus, I wouldn’t know how many people have companion dogs. I wouldn’t commute next to the folks in wheelchairs. I wouldn’t be amazed at just how many blind people there are downtown and I wouldn’t get to hear one particular bus driver announce “Next stop, Spwing Stweet”.
I don’t have to love them. But it wouldn’t hurt if I did.
Welcome to the bus. I’m so glad you’re here.
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