I’ve been using the bus a lot during my travels.
On them, I see all kinds of people.
One night I was standing behind a very old lady.
I overheard her telling her husband how worried she is, that there won’t be any seats left and they would have to stand.
Looking at the particularly long queue before us, I was a bit worried for her too.
When we all finally came on the bus though, I was surprised to find that there were so many young people standing- and almost a dozen seats still left empty.
The bus rode off fully packed.
The elderly, pregnant women, and little children were all sitting.
Healthy youths and adults were all standing.
Dangling on one of the hand-holds, I felt very warm inside.
I do often meet a nice person here and there.
But on that night I had ridden with an entire bus-full of them.
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…..>: And then I develop a new sneaky habit of bus-surfing when I feel strong enough for it~<3
*likes holding on to the black hand holds while the bus moves, and struggle to not fall*
When I look outside each time the bus turns or accelerates…I feel like I’m sliding on wheels or a skateboard.
It’s easier to breathe in a packed bus when I stand, too.
