After a hellish ride on the bus, I was able to reach the office without any sort of interference. Although some mornings are filled with street types and whatnot, today the streets were void of any such money seekers.

As for the bus, I think the driver may suffer from obsessive compulsive acceleration, as he would hit the gas the moment all the passengers were aboard with a sudden and violent thrust. He must have been under the impression that we were all in a hurry. He was constantly pressing his foot against the gas pedal with a sense of urgency. I’m afraid his fight or flight instincts must have been crossed or in flux as he repeatedly hit the gas with sudden bursts of enthusiasm. This was all very annoying as his technique was forcing my body to jolt forward and back. This was most uncomfortable but not uncommon with City Transit.

The mood on the bus was sombre as per usual. There aren’t too many conversations in the morning. Passengers usually just sit back and look out the window in a daze. It’s a sad state but one that is common throughout the world. Mornings are reserved for contemplative thought. It allows a person to plan out his or her strategy for the day. This reflection is necessary in the execution of daily affairs. It may seem haggard or depressing but it is a necessary fact of life. It’s all part of our ability to shed our stressors and focus on the task at hand.

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