While speaking to a friend today, she remarked that I find a lot of interesting characters on the bus. She takes the same bus but has neither seen the people I have written about nor has she witnessed similarly “inspiring” characters. She asked whether this was because of my incredible powers of observation or just my luck. My natural defence mechanism would tell me to just say that I happened to be on the bus when these people showed up and not because I am a particularly good observer. Of course, looking for things to write about for this blog might in fact be making me a better observer.
Now I am on the fence. What do you think?
As for this post, the commute home has once again produced Today’s Perfect Moment.
Leaving work a bit later than I could have put me into the start of rush hour. I wasn’t really looking forward to the commute…but these days I rarely am. The only plus would be that I might get home before the sun went down.
I boarded the bus and headed right to a seat. Surprisingly a young lady took the seat next to mine. Usually the bus has to fill up before someone sits next to me–and being unkind (the commute takes some of my sympathy and kindness away) someone can be a very generous term.
As usually I digress. A young woman took the seat next to me and proceeded to entertain herself using her phone. I alternately buried myself in a book (Jim Butcher’s Brief Cases) and gazed out the window at the rain soaked autumn. We didn’t speak, but we made eye contact a couple of times and either nodded or weakly grinned at each other. I noticed that her nails were done in lovely black with sparkles type design. She was dressed in all dark colours with the exception of her Jansports knapsack, which was a brilliant turquoise.
The bus was full, but there weren’t too many characters besides the guy trying to man-spread himself into two seats. That would have worked on a less crowded bus, but nobody was having that today. There were a few people carrying large objects, but since these were bundle buggies or musical instruments rather than say ….juke boxes, or IKEA lamps, or aquariums, …nothing registered.
Both I an the young lady happened to fall asleep on the commute. I for a brief minute or two. I welcome these little naps and wish I could replicate them on the airplane during my long 15 hour journeys. There is something so wonderful, and at the same time, so disturbing about falling asleep on a moving vehicle.
My sleep was a few minutes….maybe a stop or two. I looked over at my seat companion and she was comfortably asleep. She had turned sideways and comfortably rested her head against the seat facing me and was fast asleep. Her face, framed by magnificent eyebrows, took on an angelic quality. I wondered if her parents looked upon her like this sleeping as a child on the sofa.
I sat there wondering how it was possible to sleep this way on a crowded, noisy, bumpy, and sometimes smelly bus. Obviously, it could be done. The proof was staring me in the face. Usually when I slept on the bus it was head nodded down, swaying from side to side and occasionally cutting off my oxygen only to be jolted awake when the bus hit a bump.
As my stop approached, I needed to wake her to past her slumping form and into the aisle. It required a bit of extra tapping on the shoulder to make this happen. However, she finally awoke and bolted up with the aid of the pole for standing riders. When I exited the seat, she promptly took mine and curled back into her sleeping position. I have no doubt that she was once again fast asleep before the bus doors even closed, let alone before the bus started moving off.