The small family bus

Although previously, I have also long been catching a bus from Monday to Friday, perhaps because time was to go to class, and was totally overcrowded, had not fallen into a routine that can reach a group of people sharing daily without know anything.

Then get bullshit, some will think. Indeed, it is, but I wanted to write, .

And every day, Monday aa Friday at approximately the same time, while still putting finishing the streets ...., I take "The Bus" at the stop in which even a week ago I went up myself, but in which another woman with me now, at least temporarily.

Once up, I'm starting to see that small group of people who share my daily journey, sometimes some new, sometimes not, sometimes more, sometimes less, but there is always a group that is repeated, but during Christmas had to have many holidays, missing many, but on January 7 and returned all to normal, .

At the bottom we found a middle-aged gentleman with perfectly cut his beard and half the bus is the empty seat where I sit every day in front where I find my traveling companion, the gentleman of advanced age with skin sucks black and white mustache, which must be bitten by the way, since it often scratches.

Left me with his yellow reflective coat, a worker hard worker observed through the window, which looked just the damage it does to the view which is reflected.

A little further back, a young girl, in a double seat, waiting for the bus to the next stop where I get myself to meet his friend and started to run the stories of the day before, or who knows that, because I there, and not go.

And do not forget the curly haired girl (nice Well, of course), which always tends to occupy the same single seat if it is free, or we can see if someone else is busy.

And there we are, every day, the same routines, the same stops, the same people, the same bus, without knowing anything, each embedded in their thoughts, but sharing the same moments of our lives for the duration of the journey.

And writing writing, I have reached my stop, so we got here, I, the lord of the white mustache must sting, the two young friends, and those that have joined that day to "our little family of the bus "noting that in the same stop every day and have lowered the fixed-bearded gentleman, reflecting the worker, and the pretty girl with curly hair.

Have a good day, and overnight, I think to myself.

Be happy

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