Clark 22.

The bus is breeding ground for interesting thoughts. People watching is my new favorite past time.

Let's paint a picture of the Clark 22.

To my right... a girl standing up, gripping onto a pole for balance and in turn leaving me blinded by the huge rock on her left hand while her right hand holds a blackberry to her ear as she giggles uncontrollably to whom I can only assume is her husband-to-be. On my left... a 20-something male with headphones shoved in his ear, fidgeting with his iPhone, downloading endless (and pointless) 'apps', all the while making it extremely evident by the pristine condition of his black, leather briefcase that he's not been a part of the 'real world' too long. Which leads me to the 50-something man who wishes he could smack the 20-something in the face. 50-something is sporting an old, tattered, camel colored briefcase that looks like it should be in an antique shop by now. He's reading the Wall Street Journal and thinking "I can't believe I've been riding this bus for 25 years".

Now, we can't forget the occasional crazy that graces our presence on the 22. Picture a grown male... in a pink blouse, brown purse, black shoes, and a blonde wig. He/she is talking to him/herself in what can only be described as gibberish. You'd think this would gather stares and judgements, however, the bus community seems to just accept it. Joe Shmoe will sit right down next to the loon and carry on with his day, no questions asked.

For many of us nine to fivers, a good portion of our day is spent with public transit randos. How often do you take a good look at the people around you? And by take a good look, I mean judge. Furthermore... when you're mid-judgment, do you ever think about how you're being judged as the creepy girl/guy who's staring people down and blatantly judging them?

Song of the day: All We Are by Matt Nathanson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXvMJ2UF4RM