I started back riding the bus this week and I must say it’s been interesting because I miss a lot of what goes on in and around my city when I drive the jeep to work. When I’m on the bus I notice all the new building developments going up, things I don’t see at all while speeding down the street. I notice new little coffee shops and cafes that I’d like to go visit. I located a new dental practice near my home and made a note to stop in and get a business card. I am reminded of how beautiful downtown Seattle is and marvel at how some of the building structures seem more like art than just a place of business. I see homeless people who look so sad and cold that tears come to my eyes, especially when they have children in tow. I notice babies sitting in the laps of their school aged mothers and I wonder what their life is like or what it will be in the future.

Yesterday while waiting at the bus stop I noticed something that brought a smile to my face yet also left me a little confused. I guess it’s normal for people to stare down the street looking for the bus to come. I just don’t get why they do it. I mean, when the bus gets near, you will hear it and the bus driver will see all the people waiting and stop. But people stare down the street looking for the bus as if that will make it show up faster. Yesterday one young lady stared down 2^nd avenue, her jaw was tight and her face was filled with disgust yet the bus still did not appear. She literally NEVER once looked away from the direction in which the bus was due to arrive. Of course I found this entertaining. I personally always have a book in my bag and spend that time reading, but I’d look up from my pages to see if the young lady was still angry that the bus hadn’t come yet. Mind you, the bus was running on schedule but most of the people at the bus stop acted as if the bus was late. The young lady I was spying on did not take her eyes off the road until she saw the number 39 on the front of the bus we were waiting on and only then did she turn around and act like she was relieved. Again, I was confused…wondering why people do this, why do they act like they are holding their breath waiting for the bus? A few of the people actually went out in the middle of the street to see if they could spot our ride a few blocks down and then when they did not see it they would stomp back over to the curb cussing and complaining. I swear it’s pure comedy!!

Once the bus arrived, everyone got on and I began to get my daily fix of noticing LIFE as it is presented while riding the bus.