Life in Transit

Every day on this bus, I see life, death, and pizza delivery cars.

I see those who are lame, those who are able, and those who don't care.

I see headphones, wallets, and greedy hands.

I see street signs, pedestrians, and road kill.

People say that a "ride of a lifetime" is a title best given to a new roller coaster, but they have not ridden the bus.

The bus is quite literally a lifetime in transit - a constant ebb and flow of people who have differing opinions on who should be president.

There are people who work mornings, evenings, and weekends.

Some have makeup, some have trash, some have wheelchairs, and many have cell phones.

One bus ride is one trip through the lives of dozens of people, most of whom you will never know personally, but some of which you will be inclined to remember for a very long time.

On this bus you will meet the homeless, the drug-abusive, and the newly promoted.

I see the sweat-wearers, the white-collars, and the bike-riders.

I see those who are lucky, those who are failures, those who want to shine, and those who want to go back to sleep.

It's amazing that public transportation can be so colorful, and wonderfully unusual.

No bus ride is the same.

Every time you enter those flimsy double doors, you enter a uniquely exquisite environment - a set if you may - and all you need to do is sit down and enjoy the show. That is, if there are any free seats.

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