Transit Travellers: Cute Girl On The Wrong Bus
Before she even got on the bus, I noticed her.
She was standing in line, hoping to get on an already over-crowded bus. She boarded. Her being at the front and me being at the back, it took me while to notice that she had gotten on. She was leaning towards the window, supporting herself using a seat arm. It was an awkward pose that was necessary in our sardine can. Her backpack didn’t help her much, causing her to shift her balance often.
I stared at her for most of the ride.
After passing Yonge and Steeles, her lips motioned, “Oh shit!” Yeah, we were on the express bus and she just missed her stop. That answered a question for me though. She’s a York U student and not too young. Next question is, What's your name?
When I got off the bus and looked around, she was nowhere to be found. So I went on with my day.
I walked into work smiling. Today was going to be a good day.
She was standing in line, hoping to get on an already over-crowded bus. She boarded. Her being at the front and me being at the back, it took me while to notice that she had gotten on. She was leaning towards the window, supporting herself using a seat arm. It was an awkward pose that was necessary in our sardine can. Her backpack didn’t help her much, causing her to shift her balance often.
I stared at her for most of the ride.
After passing Yonge and Steeles, her lips motioned, “Oh shit!” Yeah, we were on the express bus and she just missed her stop. That answered a question for me though. She’s a York U student and not too young. Next question is, What's your name?
When I got off the bus and looked around, she was nowhere to be found. So I went on with my day.
I walked into work smiling. Today was going to be a good day.