A cheesefairy is a person in your Neighbourhood!

The people who ride transit with me every day are sort of like family. Now that I am on a regular schedule, I see them half an hour a day or more, five days a week; that’s more time than some people spend with their families. Yet we cannot talk to the people on transit, can’t make friends with them or offer to hold their coffee cups while they fetch their bus passes from their pockets. No matter how squirrely our minds may get, picturing the grooming habits, living quarters or exotic pets of those we see on the bus, we will never, ever know. We may not ask them anything other than the time.

So here are the questions I want to ask the people on my morning bus: (the afternoon bus isn’t as interesting because it isn’t as consistent. But the morning people are the same everyday)

Well, first, where did the nice bus driver go that was our driver for the first month of my new job? He was so nice! He had a pointy little face and a grey beard and one morning I was so tired I tried to put my money in the ticket slot and he shook his finger at me and tsk-tsked. I really liked him and I know other people did too, like the woman with the little girl who went to daycare. Come to think of it, they’ve been missing for a while too.

Second: The guy who sleeps at the back of the bus in the far corner. What’s in the plastic bags? Where do you work? Did you know that you snore?

Third: The guy who looks like a cross between George Clooney and Dru Pavlov: What’s in the duffel bag? I am dying to know. Every morning: nice shoes, nice jacket, well groomed goatee and a giant blue duffel bag.

Fourth: The girl with the office clothes and the hair that sticks up. How do you get your hair to do that? It’s short and many different highlighty colours. And it looks kind of like whipped cream or egg whites, when you’ve beaten them enough that they make peaks? Like that. Often I am right behind her and I can not stop staring at her amazing, pommaded, peaky hair.

Fifth: iPod guy. Why won’t you ever look at me or say good morning? We are the only people at our bus stop but you ignore me.

Sixth: Teenage girl with tight clothes. Does your mother know or do you change just out of sight of her kitchen window?

Seventh: Girl with the perfume. What horrible smell are you trying to disguise with half a bottle of perfume every day?

And in case you are from my bus and reading this:

I:
…really am reading my book, not just pretending to.
…have a catt and a husband and a car and work in an office.
…prefer black pens.
…drew on the jacket myself, with fabric markers.
…am 5’10”.
…have naturally curly hair. I think I’m letting it go grey, although I usually say that right before I dye it.
…am writing about you in my notebook. Yup.