Tucking Tickets (C&F, Post 1)

Today, I was able to catch a bus that was U-turning--it was empty and I had the luxury of picking my seat. Even if I know it's supposedly bad for you in the case of an accident, I decided to sit in front because I love the view that the bus's big windshield allows; I don't have to choose between the blue tenement houses and pretty abandoned buildings (to my left) and the ocean (to my right). To make up for this "risky move" I chose the side behind the driver so that if my head doesn't (in the hypothetical scenario of a bus accident) go through the windshield, hopefully the driver will try harder to save the side he's on (given that his head is in tact as well). 

There are a lot of things that can ruin a bus ride: some days the conductor is lazy to count on the spot so he doesn't give me my change ASAP which means I can't relax throughout the ride and on some days I'll sit next to someone who will be too touchy-feely or too pushy and their skin against mine will make me want to punch someone the whole hour and a half. There are also days when the bus smells weird or  when there are bugs on the sill--there are days when you get on a crappy liner that gets you where you have to go but offers shit experience. Plus, sometimes I don't get to sit by the window which brings on a bout of claustrophobia. Some days, my phone will run out of battery and I'll have to listen to noisy people talking. Other days, I'll be so tired that I'll fall asleep before the tenement houses and wake up near my stop, which upsets me for a reason I have yet to identify: I don't know why I'm so attached to those damn houses.

Today, there were none of those things. I got my change on time. I was seated by the window--and then some. I didn't fall asleep. The sun was setting as we drove by the ocean.