June 9 2014 Comrades of the Commute


As a typical commuter on a fairly steady schedule, in addition to smiling at my fellow passengers, I get the chance to meet some of them repeatedly.  Despite my already mentioned shyness, I also get to know some of them.  Sometimes we are just “good morning” friends, or “the bus sure is crowded today” friends or “the bus seems slow today” friends.  In the cases that they read books, which is an area I that I have some passion for, I can usually strike up a conversation.  This can develop into a bus friendship of sorts.

Another facet of the commuter friendship is that if the pattern is disrupted, that is to say, you suddenly stop seeing that person, there is no way of finding out what happened.  One day you’re talking to them, then you never see them again.  While this isn’t the end of the world, it is a bit disconcerting.  Someone told me that people don’t like change.  Maybe that’s true, maybe it isn’t.

Today, I met someone I hadn’t seen for about a year and a half.  Since we talked a lot, I had expected not to see her since she had been on maternity leave.  Additionally, she changed her work shift to better cope with her new domestic situation (a rather technically verbose way of saying her child).  I hadn’t seen her since she took leave to have the child.  It was really nice to have a chance to congratulate her on her baby and get to know what she has been doing.  I won’t see her very often, but at least there won’t be an unsolved mystery.  For resolution, a nice bus conversation, and making me feel good, I have decided that it warrants being called today’s perfect moment.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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