The man who works at the hospital kitchen had a bad day at work yesterday. People yelling. Arguments. Overcrowded and nerves on edge. His way of putting it was "the devil had a field day!" I said it could have been the full moon. We laughed.
The woman who gets off at the elementary school each morning and who always wears a slight smile on her face stopped at the bottom of the Metro escalator stairs up to the bus stop to let people more in a hurry pass. It's single width and she rides it up. No walking. Others like to walk up the escalator. Or run.
The spanish speaking woman always carries a pink plastic rosary in her left hand as she gets on the bus each day.
The guy with the Baltimore Orioles hat usually says hello or nods or grunts something nice. We spoke one morning about weather and football and baseball. But not too much since.
One woman avoids me. She doesn't talk to me or answer when I say hi. She sits in the opposite side of the bus stop shelter. Divided by plexiglass. Safe. I take the 161 bus and she the 162. Maybe that's the reason we don't relate.
