Buses

Out of the many hours in my day, the first few seconds of stepping onto the bus and looking for a seat are the worst. I hate walking past each booth with two girls whispering to each other ora a couple of teenage love-birds sharing an iPod. The awkward question, "Can I sit here?" when you spot an empt seat is devastating because you know they don't want you there either. Why else would they have covered the rest of the booth with their bag and shoes? Then again, what can you do? Like the sign says at the front of the bust: No standees permitted. So for the rest of the ride, you have to stare at the back of the seat in front of you trying to ignore the person next to you doing the exact same thing. 

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