Although I have written a few positive posts about my commute, I have written a lot more grouchy posts. Maybe it is the nature of commuting. Whenever anyone asks me about my commute at work, I answer that it isn’t bad. However, when my friends ask me, I often relate that it has become frustrating and boring. That is how I normally see my commute. Yesterday was a completely different story.
I got on the subway and spotted one of my regular bus commuters. I don’t know her name, though I think she has told it to me more than once, but I have dubbed her birds tattoo–the reason is obvious. We often ride the bus together, but I had never seen her on the subway before. We enjoyed a good conversation on the subway about her work. She is a dog groomer and I have learned so much about how expensive it is to groom an animal. I will never complain about the cost of my haircuts again.
At the bus platform, I met a guy who had no idea that they had cancelled the GTA pass. We spoke at length about this and both wondered why they didn’t have a GTA pass you could load onto the presto card–this is all payment and fare stuff that you probably don’t care about if you don’t live in the GTA (Greater Toronto Area). However, it does illustrate how conversational I was yesterday.
When we finally boarded the bus–because the subway ride was full of its usual delays–we had talked enough and went to separate seating areas. In front of me, there was a rather intense looking person with a full skull tattoo–yes, you read that correctly. His entire skull was tattooed with a nice motif of faces including an aboriginal nation’s chief that stared back at me for the whole trip. He took the outside seat and rested his bag on the inside seat. The bus was full and I thought it was a bit selfish of him, but he looked menacing enough that nobody was going to take the seat.
However, when he realized that a young lady was struggling with her stuff, he took his bag off the seat and helped her sit down. I didn’t specifically hear their conversation, but I noticed that so many people were talking to complete strangers on the bus. I could tell because they all started like conversations do with strangers–and wandered all over the map like conversations with strangers do. There was stuff about art school, drugs, Christmas, dating, travelling, eating….and no complaints about the bus service. I heard actual genuine laughter all around me. I can’t recall the last time I experienced that on the bus.
There must have been something in the air.