Yesterday my bus was rerouted, so I ended up being 30 minutes late for work. I was irritated, anxious, and tired. Some days my commitment to public transit feels like navigating a battlefield -- mostly inside my head -- the smells, the people, the uncertainty!
Halfway through my bus ride, a young boy with an Elmer Fudd hat boarded the bus, balancing all these tiny Christmas cupcakes. He sat down and pulled out his phone. The judgmental part of me was like -- this kid has a phone already!? But then I caught a glimpse of the background image on his phone -- a pet cat. That ended up being the best part of my day. I try to hold onto these moments when city life feels too complex and noisy to bear. I frequently forget that there's a kid with an Elmer Fudd hat, a beloved pet, and a tray of cupcakes in all of us. I try to imagine some version of that kid in everyone I see on the bus. It seems to help.