stories of public transport

I’ve been living in the “big city” for almost three full months now, and I’ve collected a handful of noteworthy accounts of my experiences while riding the bus. I’ve written briefly about one of my favorite moments in the post titled “highly eventful.”

“Nourished and ready to go, Larisa and I caught the bus downtown. Crowded doesn’t even begin to describe this particular adventure. The highlight of the trip was watching a young mother with her two little girls and their two cousins (also girls). People tried to give up their seats for them, but the mother kept denying and opted to stand. When they got off at their stop (which isn’t easy on a crowded bus) I saw the oldest girl jump up and down and cheer and scream ‘we made it!’ I have to say it made me giggle, and I felt the same way when we got off further down the route.”

Since then, a few more stories have come to my attention as deserving documentation. I have a strong feeling that this will be a recurring theme here at the blog. So lets get started…

Yesterday, I was waiting on the bus in Chinatown. I happened to notice a pigeon hanging out on the wires attached to the wall beside me. So I took out my phone to take a quick photo.

Sacramento and Stockton

As I was messing around with my phone, I could hear another waiting passenger kind of grunting in my general direction. I casually turned to look behind me, and there was a man with a white bag. I think it was the type of bag that rice comes in—a sort of woven plastic or nylon. He looked at me, and I think he may have wanted to say something to me. I quickly turned back around and acted nonchalant and kept on waiting for the bus.

I kept hearing murmurs coming from the man and I turned to see him from my peripheral vision. This time he was craning his neck almost as if to get my attention, but if that really was the case, he could have easily reached out to tap my arm.

By this time, the bus arrived and the crowd squeezed through the doors. I made my way through the standing passengers to the back. Eventually a seat in the next to last row opened up, and I took it. I noticed a very cute young couple sitting in the row facing me.

While we rode I watched the scenery and periodically looked around the bus. At one point I turned to the right, and again through my peripheral vision I could see a craning head looking at me. It was the man from the stop in Chinatown! He was sitting on the back row behind me! I laughed a little on the inside.

About half-way through my ride the man stood up to get off and happened to be standing right next to me with the bag. I looked closer at the bag to see it was moving. It was moving! Immediately after I noticed it the girl sitting opposite me grabbed her boyfriend/husband and said, “there’s a chicken in that bag! There’s a f**king chicken in that bag!”

I don’t think her boyfriend/husband believed her, so when I caught her eye I nodded in stunned yet amused agreement.