This was such a touching post I wanted to share it.
Earlier this week I had to take the bus home.
Normally I’d say that in a whiny, complaining tone, but I didn’t this time. Did you notice?
I didn’t complain for two reasons:
- I don’t want to be like one of the people mentioned in this article. I acknowledge my life is a relatively privileged one. I have a car to drive most days, and money to ride the bus the few days I don’t. So I’m not complaining, okay?
- I met a man who was über excited to take part in the entire public transportation experience.
I was standing at the bus stop, gloomily waiting, hoping for an empty seat — oh, who am I kidding? I was hoping for an empty bus. Not complaining, mind you. Just hoping.
Then this man walked up, interfering with my gloomy thoughts.
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