Public Transport

SEEMS to be something I love. Honestly. I love how when you're on a bus you can observe people and try to tell things about the
by looking at their clothes, or the way they talk on the phone, husbands and wives who interact with each other with a casualness that somehow betrays their love. And angsty teenagers with earphones blasting headbanging rock rubbish intoyheir craniums and their fringes cut way long, dangling over their faces and obscuring their eyes - which I've heard my Mama say were the windows to our souls - such that you can't read them and yet you can to a certain extent. You know that they don't want to be read and that that's probably because, well, they're teenagers.
Such people normally get off at shopping centres. Husbands and wives with their children are often enough heading out for a family outing together, and husbands and wives without children, at least with them at the moment, are most often headed to lunch or grocery shopping at shopping centres as well.
It's interesting to take a long bus journey too because then you see people getting on and off and it seems
to you like the whole country must have passed in and out of the sliding doors by the time you reach your restless destination.
It makes you wonder where you'd go if you missed your stop.