I’ve been riding the 38 Geary almost daily for a little over a year now, and I’m still awed at how quiet it can be inside a bus packed with so many people. But it’s a great place for contemplation, at least on those 25% of rides that I manage to snag a seat, and can more easily ignore the occasional cellphone talkers or random mumblers. Its especially easy to block out the rest of the commuters when I’ve got the ipod on, but on the days it stays home I am even more cognizant of the oddities of commuting by public transit.
I’m also consistently amused by the the fabulous people-watching opportunities that abound on public transit. I think its the women who can manage their entire makeup regimen on the bus that amaze me the most. Seriously, how many people can curl their eyelashes on a moving platform?
