say cheese!

Over the past nine months of riding on the bus, I’ve noticed that many people who fall asleep on the bus end up with rather unpleasant expressions on their faces. Usually they’re frowning (angry eyebrows and pursed lips), but I’ve seen one woman whose expression was one of disgust while sleeping. Pretty strange.

I wonder what people would say if they knew they were being stared at by a stranger who took pictures of them. I’d be pretty freaked out. Me, I limit my pictures to their clothing, accessories, or hair– I don’t include their faces. Today’s notable sight:

woman on bus

Today was a gray day. The weather couldn’t make up its mind as to snow or rain, so it did both. If weather were a person, it’d be that one  indecisive friend that everyone has. You know, the friend who takes forever and a day to make even the most inconsequential decisions so that you want to punch them in the face sometimes? Yay me for living in such a place!

Due to the weirdly not-so-bad snow, the buses were running a little off schedule. I ended up waiting outside for about 10-15 minutes because the first two buses that came were too full. Meanwhile, a tool cut in line in front of me while we were waiting to board a bus (you have to let the people off the bus first). I was like, really? You think we’re all just standing here because we’re excited to? And then after he tried to get on the bus in front of everyone but realized there were people getting off, he then just cut in line to the front instead of going back to where he was at originally.

I spent the next 20 minutes annoyed that he cut in front of me and debated whether to tell him to get out of line. My natural inclination was to say something, but a desire not to be petty had me remaining silent. That didn’t stop me from glaring, though. After too much thought upon this trivial matter, I’ve decided that the next time someone annoys me by cutting in line, I’m going to say something. Who gives a crap what a stranger thinks of you anyway? As long as that stranger isn’t a cop, or your soon-t0-be boss or something, that is.