It's been a while since my last post, mostly because once things settle into a routine, there's not much to write about. Riding the bus is... riding the bus.
But something occurred to me today that I thought... Noteworthy? Amusing? Potentially disconcerting? You decide.
Some background first: The bus I take to and from work daily is one of several routes that go from the suburbs to the airport (DIA). It's a pretty long ride, I gather, maybe an hour, end-to-end. People coming from the airport are frequently sleepy, if not *sleeping* on the bus. They also usually have luggage stowed in the under-bus storage. The bus I catch at 4pm to get back home changes drivers at the station I usually catch it at.
So it's possible (likely?) for someone to catch the bus at the airport, fall asleep on the way to the end of the line, and wake up with another driver. In a few weeks time, it'll be dark by the time the bus arrives at the suburb end of the route.
I find myself wondering if anyone's ever woken up wondering if they've made multiple trips: the light's changed, it's a different driver, and all that.
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