Route 66

This evening's bus ride on the 66 was like a dark comedy. The lights were very bright, which highlighted the looks of despair that appeared on the faces of many of the passengers. It smelled like sweat and garbage.

At one point a large older woman came on and berated the bus driver. She said in a thick Russian accent, "Shame on you! One and half hours I wait for the bus. This is worst line ever!" The bus erupted in applause, and someone shouted, "Give that woman a seat!" and he moved his things over. I felt like I was in New York City. Reminded me of home.