BUScapades

There is a certain comaraderie between regular riders.
At the stop it's a "morning" or a nod in greeting. There is the occasional "cold enough for ya?" in the winter. This morning, I got "it smells like snow today"....I understand this, as I can smell it too.
While aboard the bus, there are cliques. The later bus hosts a group of ladies who, from what I glean from their conversations, have been riding together for years but only know each other from the commute. They don't socialize outside the ride but share personal talk of work, family, and friends.
Then there are the people you see everyday for 30 minutes or more and never talk to but still I feel a connection to them. There's kobo lady who works at the hospital and walks her dog on my parents street. Blonde downtown girl who has the most amazing curly hair I am jealous of. McDonalds guy who's been wearing a toque since September.
My bus people....my community.

Jenga

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