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edenfallingWhen you don't have a car, you meet the most random people as you walk or sit on the bus. Sometimes this is not a good thing -- there's one elderly woman with a distinctive voice who seems to believe that any passenger within three seats of her is fair game to treat as a grandchild. Sometimes, though, it's kind of fun.
This morning I met a man named Keith, who was on his way to the Commons to sell some of his CDs; he works as an independent musician, a keyboardist. He's also blind. So I lent him my arm and helped him cross four streets, since we were going the same way until the southeast corner of Seneca and Cayuga.
In retrospect, I should have asked for the name of his CD.
I also like to watch people on the bus. It's fun to guess where they're going, where they're from, and what sort of relationships they have to each other. There's one guy I see some mornings who always catches the bus at the Statler, instead of down in Collegetown, even though that means he has an extra five-to-ten minute walk. I don't know why he bothers going to the Statler, especially in the sort of heat we've had recently. There's a couple who I think may be Russian. The man wears tank tops and rides a bike, and his girlfriend always wears the same pair of gold earrings. She likes to chew gum, and they kiss when they get off the bus.
The regular passengers change every time a new semester starts at the university, since most of the riders are students heading for class. This means that once the bus leaves campus and heads out for Warren Road, Tech Park, and the airport, very few people stay on. And most of them are headed for the health care campus on Warren Road -- I always get curious about their destinations when they don't get off at that stop.
I'm often a very asocial person, but there's something kind of comforting about just sitting quietly in the presence of other human beings.
This morning I met a man named Keith, who was on his way to the Commons to sell some of his CDs; he works as an independent musician, a keyboardist. He's also blind. So I lent him my arm and helped him cross four streets, since we were going the same way until the southeast corner of Seneca and Cayuga.
In retrospect, I should have asked for the name of his CD.
I also like to watch people on the bus. It's fun to guess where they're going, where they're from, and what sort of relationships they have to each other. There's one guy I see some mornings who always catches the bus at the Statler, instead of down in Collegetown, even though that means he has an extra five-to-ten minute walk. I don't know why he bothers going to the Statler, especially in the sort of heat we've had recently. There's a couple who I think may be Russian. The man wears tank tops and rides a bike, and his girlfriend always wears the same pair of gold earrings. She likes to chew gum, and they kiss when they get off the bus.
The regular passengers change every time a new semester starts at the university, since most of the riders are students heading for class. This means that once the bus leaves campus and heads out for Warren Road, Tech Park, and the airport, very few people stay on. And most of them are headed for the health care campus on Warren Road -- I always get curious about their destinations when they don't get off at that stop.
I'm often a very asocial person, but there's something kind of comforting about just sitting quietly in the presence of other human beings.
