Paris metro
To get to work, I take a streetcar, subway, and bus for short times (average 10 minutes each) for a one-way trip of about 35 minutes. I take my iPod and sometimes a book, but because of the short segments and connections I usually just listen, watch, and think:
- Should I wake up those people snoozing on the subway to see if they missed their stop?
- Did that person kiss their loved one/s goodbye this morning or just walk out the door like any other day?
- How many items has she knit on the streetcar? (What wonderfully productive trips.)
- What did I forget to do before I left the house?
- Is that older guy taking his son to school on his second family or first? (I love seeing fathers take their kids on transit every day. I find it especially touching, for some reason. Also, men in the grocery store with kidlets in the shopping cart.)
- What song is he/she listening to?
- Did she look in the mirror before she left the house??? I don’t think so!!
- Do I have toothpaste in my hair?
- How many years has that conductor worked for the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission)? Is he counting the days before his retirement?
- How many people on this bus also work for the Ontario government? Are they counting the days/months/years before their retirement?
- Will *I* live long enough to make it to anything resembling retirement?
- Is his hair real or fake?
Oops, time to stop daydreaming and get off this thing…
Iris taking a breather in Paris
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