In college, I was a frequent rider of the Chinatown bus. My older sister lived in Manhattan, my old people lived on Long Island, and it was a budget-friendly way to visit both. This was before the days of over-worked, sleep-deprived drivers, and the biggest concern when boarding the bus was the sign above the driver announcing that “We are not response for your belonging.” As long as I kept a close eye on my belonging, I had nothing to worry about.
This morning, I boarded a bus to Baltimore and was warned to “please keep laughter and human interaction to a minimum.” Well, damn! Thankfully, I’m en route to see my sister, where I’m guaranteed to make up for all the laughter and human interaction I miss over the next few hours. In the meantime, I wish I could tell him his music’s too loud.