An elderly gentleman in a motorized wheelchair was crossing the road next to me this evening. He had a radio on him that was blaring “Another One Bites the Dust.”
It made my night.
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The bus ride home was packed! So many people were catching their ride home from work.
I shared a seat. I haven’t shared a seat since… the first day(?) on public transportation two months ago. Wow.
How do you choose who to sit next to?
No clue, but there were four or five empty seats clumped in the same area. I noticed a guy my age reading a book and thought he’d be pleasant to sit next to. Sure enough, he was. He read his kindle the whole time. He didn’t cough my way or blow his nose. He didn’t make a phone call. He didn’t step on my gym bag on the floor as he left. And he offered a kind, “Have a nice evening.” He did one of those nods like a cowboy does when they say “‘Evenin’ Ma’am.” Very cordial. It was like we were bus seat buddies.
I very much like being treated politely and not be coughed on.