The bus station is not my favorite place.
I hate the wafts of cigarette smoke, the leery gazes of strangers, the scent of unwashed clothing and hair, and the filthy benches. Even if it is only a few crazies among the rest, the whole atmosphere makes my skin crawl. I always want to change into clean clothes after riding the bus home.
The bus station is not my favorite place.
But, when I get on the bus, and I see the regulars converse easily with one another, and I see their humor, their warmth, and their smiles, I feel deeply ashamed for my pride and embarrassed for my intolerance.
The bus station is not my favorite place. But, I suppose if I don't like it so much, I could always walk.
View from a bus station bench...
"There is nowhere you can go and only be with people who are like you. Give it up."
~ Bernice Johnson Reagon
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