Not much to report on the ride home. Fairly subdued crowd. As the bus was pulling up, some guy tried asking me to trade cash for some bus vouchers. I told him I used a pass. Almost no seats, but I found one next to some crusty old security guard. I'm not sure who or what this guy was protecting, but he fumbled for his phone and dropped it, struggling for a minute to reach, until I got down on my knees to fetch it for him.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
White Dreadlock Guy kept peering around the bus, scanning for someone he knew - or he could have been looking for somewhere to shower - I doubt it.
Kind of a lively bunch in the back for awhile. They were all laughing and talking, but you could tell they weren't all together in a group; probably just common riders that see each other regularly.
Greasy Grandpa alerted some lady that she was leaving her bag behind, and Well-Dressed Hipster Kid gave the bus crowd a parting look as if to say,
"Farewell commuters, until tomorrow."
The air of community on these bus lines is amazing. Truly disparate groups of people, commonly linked by travel method. There is no judgement, truly, for if there was, the system wouldn't work. Civility and respect, and almost without exception each passenger greets the driver upon entering and thanks him when they leave. The drivers vary themselves to a great degree. Men, women, quiet, gregarious. Some are very helpful, calling the main stops out as the bus approaches. The driver yesterday put out so much information over the P.A. that it felt much like a flight being addressed by the captain.
I like this city. I like the bus.
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