You Transport Me

When I’m inside you, I feel like I’m home.  I don’t have a care in the world—my mind is free to wander and play.  I know you’ll take me where I need to go—I know I’ll be safe.

Sure, sometimes you smell funny, and sometimes there are other people I have to share you with, but I still love you public transport.

Anon.

My Ipod is Out of Batteries–I’m Glad I Have You

To the drunk girl on the bus,

I love your honesty.  When you say “I’m soooooo drunk,” I can tell by your wandering glance and sea-legs on land that you really mean it.  Your every move is made with childlike wonder, as you point to your friend and tell her she’s “soooo pretty,” or as you point out the window to a nearby pizza place, you’re “soooo hungry.”  You’re all smiles now, but it’s pretty obvious that soon, you’ll be soooo sleepy, maybe sooooo sick.  Tomorrow, you’ll be sooooo hungry again, ready for something with eggs and grease in it, and ready to retell the tale of tonight’s escapades.

For now, I thank you.  I’m sooooo entertained.

-Back of the bus