The Bus Ride

28 Oct 2013

The Bus Ride

It’s funny what you can see when you ride the bus all day. Every day you can have a different experience. So many different types of people. Some are in a hurry and some just like to take their time. Some of them talk to me and others look at me like I’m a crazy, lazy bum or something. They wouldn’t look at me like that if they knew what I have been through, what I am going through. Bill, the guy that always sits in front of me lost his family in an accident a few years ago. He never really got over it and lost everything. Bobby, the guy that sits in back is a drunk. He drank himself out of a home. Me? I got sick. I have cancer. The big C. It’s taken a toll on my body and I know what I look like now. So I understand. I actually do have a home to go to at night. I just like to ride the bus to give me something else to think about. It’s funny what you can see when you ride the bus all day.

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This is done for Sunday Photo Fiction

Posted in Fiction, Sunday Photo Fiction

17 thoughts on “The Bus Ride”

Maxima on October 28, 2013 at 4:04 pm said:

I like your blog!With love maxima

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- deanabo on October 28, 2013 at 6:35 pm said:
  
  Thanks so much!
  
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Al on October 28, 2013 at 4:06 pm said:

I like that. It is funny what you see when you ride the bus all day. I love the the way your character looks at life.

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- deanabo on October 28, 2013 at 6:35 pm said:
  
  Thank you!
  
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  - Al on October 28, 2013 at 6:48 pm said:
    
    🙂
Aussa Lorens on October 28, 2013 at 8:48 pm said:

I always loved riding the bus while I was in China. It was the best place for thinking. Not so much people watching because most everyone on the bus was people watching *me* the giant clumsy redhead. But it was give and take.

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- deanabo on October 29, 2013 at 11:50 am said:
  
  I’ve always enjoyed writing this as well. Thank you so much for reading.
  
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RoSy on October 28, 2013 at 10:35 pm said:

I used to ride the public bus a lot back when I was a teenager. Great place to people watch. Same with trains & planes. Makes you wonder about people’s lives.

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- deanabo on October 29, 2013 at 11:53 am said:
  
  I love it when you stop by to read my stuff. You always make me smile with your comments.
  
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jannatwrites on October 29, 2013 at 2:18 am said:

I rode the bus one summer a few years ago. Definitely a variety of people, with a host of stories to imagine on the long rides 🙂

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- deanabo on October 29, 2013 at 11:54 am said:
  
  Thanks Janna. I’ve only read the bus a handful of times. Enjoyed watching all of the people.
  
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Tara R. on October 29, 2013 at 10:34 am said:

This reminds me of the Joan Osborne song, “One of Us,” about Go riding the bus. People watching can be intriguing.

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- deanabo on October 29, 2013 at 3:29 pm said:
  
  It can. I actually love that song. Thanks
  
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anelephantcant on October 30, 2013 at 5:47 am said:

Thoughtful piece.
AnElephant loves buses for just this reason.

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- deanabo on October 30, 2013 at 3:22 pm said:
  
  Thank you for stopping by!
  
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Steve Lakey on November 3, 2013 at 4:22 am said:

So many stories could come out of this one, with the characters you’ve mentioned.

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- deanabo on November 3, 2013 at 7:58 am said:
  
  Thank you for reading Steve!
  
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