‘Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down’- Oprah Winfrey
I don’t drive so I’m forever taking the bus or tram to Uni, and though I lament the early mornings and the rush to catch the bus on time (if I miss it, I have to wait an hour for the next one), the commute allows me the opportunity to people watch.
You can imagine a myriad of lives from the moment people climb abroad the bus to the time they reach their stop. The loving/not so loving couples, the pensioners, the school kids; all have different, separate lives, yet on that bus we’re all headed in the same direction. I imagine stories for all of them, watching their expressions, their body language, I can ascertain the lonely, bullied child, the pensioners who have been married for many decades and the busy professional who’s car is probably in for a service and is no doubt updating their Facebook status about the ‘people’ on the bus.
It’s nice to imagine lives outside your own, seeing hopeful, weary, lonely, tired, young, old faces. Of course sometimes the journey isn’t all that pleasant, and you get the odd person unwilling to stick to the social etiquette of public transport and instead talks loudly on their phone, insists every one on the bus hear their music or picks their nose. Now that’s just not on.
Next week I embark on a 6 hour journey by public transport, it’s imagining all the public I’ll encounter and make up stories for that’ll make it bearable.
Written for the Daily prompt: Imagine http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/05/daily-prompt-imagine/