i settle into my seat, journal open, pen in hand, ready to splash my insight of public transportation onto the page. in the background, "have a great day!" arrives at my ears at the next stop. sometimes riders know each other. who am i to begrudge them their friendly farewells?
i continue trying to put brain to paper. "have a lovely day, metro riders!" comes bellowing out at the next stop. i hadn't heard such enthusiasm on the bus since an entire family found out their earned income credit check was finally coming through. some riders mumble thanks as they step off. i look up to see this.
at the next stop, he gets up. before he gets off the bus, he turns and faces the riders for one final "everyone, have a great day! don't forget to thank your driver." he turns to the driver. "you have a beautiful day. thank you." who's more sick, him for being a (literally) blind optimist or the rest of us for thinking "GODDAMN, that's too much sunshine. now wonder you're blind!"