I Drove a Perfectly Good Car to a Bus

There seems to be a stigma surrounding “the people on the bus”. Everybody knows that public transportation is the chariot of the lower class; Right? When you picture the passengers on the bus your image is probably composed largely of undesirables. I am not sure where this general consensus stems from, but even my own mother turned a few shades of purple at the thought of me riding the bus. Nevertheless I set out determined to observe this vital cog in the wheel of society, with the goal of confirming or disaffirming this widely accepted view.

“I am driving a car to a bus stop!” I exclaimed; somehow that didn’t settle right. I parked my car in the commuter parking lot at the intersection of Revis Barracks and I-55. There were all types of cars, trucks and SUVs. A real melting pot, I wondered if this was a sign of things to come. My only consolation came from the fact that if I gained nothing else from this experience, I finally knew what a commuter parking lot was for.

To be quite frank the first things I expected to see were absent. There were no raspy coughs or children crying of hunger. The tall dark thugs playing dice in the back must have gotten off at Tesson Ferry. In fact there wasn’t a single barnyard animal in a stones throw.

Due to this astonishing turn of events I was taken aback when a hansom looking fellow with brown hair, not far removed from your stereotypical limo driver (uniform withholding), polity asked for my money. This was no problem seeing as one could ride just about anywhere for the cost of an Almond Joy. The exchange took place swiftly; the system ran about as smoothly as a German automobile.

The initial exchange completed, I began to drink in the seen. The aroma in the air could be likened to that of a doctor’s office. The seats fell somewhere between blue and grey, with no noticeable stains. There were metallic bars along the top running the length of the bus. The most interesting prospect in site was the people.

Most were dressed like people headed to work. There was a surprising amount of business attire, suits and ties adorned four men that I could see. Three of the men had on almost identical yellow ties, coincidence…? They got off at separate stops so it must have been.

The passengers looked down or out of the windows gathering their thoughts. They seemed to be all raped up in the business of everyday life. The lady with