To you, tall bearded man with the impossibly toned biceps: I see you're carrying a package. (No, like literally a box you filthy minded cretins.) I would like apologize for being in the way of your reflection as you try to check yourself out instead of me. It's fine. I just watch you repeatedly flex your back instead.
Tony on the other hand was the kind of person who didn't look past you but stared into you. After me trying to ignore yet another boring conversation started by asking me what I'm reading (a book about loneliness- catch a hint), Tony distracted my persistent conversationalist who turns out to know less about the public transit system than he knew about the phonetics of "lonely". I piped up to provide much needed clarification. You want this stop not that one, there should be people that know the busses better there. He explained he was going to an interview to be a bus driver having gotten tired of the trucking business. He talked abou how physically taxing the trucking industry is, how no one should do that for too long. He introduced himself as Tony and I helped him find his stop. He would be the kind of person to remember a body's name if you were a bus regular. Hey Tony, if you're reading this, I hope you got the job.
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