Monday, I squeezed in on the bench seats on the (late) #358 next to a sort of grumpy looking young guy. As our bus diverted off Aurora Av due to a detour that lasts until June, I asked the guy if this was his usual route. He just started taking the bus, he said. He didn't look happy about it. He said he's a personal chef and his people, who used to pay for a parking spot for him, have substituted an Orca pre-paid bus card. He doesn't like it, but I love these people! It's such a Seattle way to be rich. I asked if he had to transfer. No, it was just a short walk from his stop at 3rd and Virginia. But he'd just bought a new car, he said.
Oh, said I. Then I told him I love the bus, and wasn't it way nicer to have people to talk to on the way to work instead of being all alone in that car?
If we're on the same bus today, I wonder if he'll avoid me. Some people don't like friendly people on the way to work. I get that.
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As high as gas is now per gallon, the bus card is a great job perk! He just doesn't realize it. Young people don't like to talk to strangers. As we get older, we will talk to anyone, won't we? My mother used to do that and I do it now, too. My young grandson asks me if I know those people I talk to. When I tell him no, he says I shouldn't talk to strangers.
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