Making friends on the bus...

This morning I ran out the door - hair in two little "bun balls" behind my ears, no lipstick, awake - but just barely, no lipstick (did I say no lipstick), looking a little crazed - and made it to my stop with a salad for lunch, banana, peach and the daily paper and a random paper or two. At the stop, a friend tapped me on the shoulder. "Hello!" It was my friend, introduced to me by someone who worked in my building. He worked at one of the few INDOOR National Parks in the country. We chatted a bit about how our mutual friend moved to Minneapolis. We got on the bus and then another friend he had made on the bus, moved closer to us. He asked about her sister who was at Baylor college and how her roommates were having an intervention because her sister NEVER showered. It was hilarious. It was a ridiculous conversation dogged between passengers. It was a nice conversation. He is definitely a connector. I didn't get to read my paper. I didn't get to zone out. But I hung out with Colm and Rinetta (who LOVES Slaughter House 5 and whose sister hates to shower) and converse in between passengers.

I love riding the bus. I love making friends on the bus. I love meeting new people.