Driving to work isn’t so terrible. I surely don’t have a nasty commute like some folks. I knew a guy in DC once who drove 2.5 hours – ONE WAY to get to work. Absolutely nutz. I’m fairly certain he spent more time listening to talk radio and bad pop songs than he did actually working every day. My little jaunt to the office is only about 35 minutes. But last week I decided to try out our company-provided bus system. I’m totally sold and I’ve done it pretty much every day since. In fact as I write this I’m semi-happily seated on the morning bus listening to all the people around me saying . . .
See, in spite of putting a bunch of people in an enclosed space there’s like zero social interaction here. The closest thing to a conversation I’ve observed was this:
Guy 1: “Achooo”
Guy 2: “Bless you.”
Guy 1: “Thanks.”
And that’s about it. (mind you there was zero eye-contact in that “conversation”) Different than a plane, I guess because the ride is shorter or maybe there’s the possibility that you’ll see that person next to you again on the bus some day… not sure. Also void of actual words is the strange line that we form to get on the bus. As you walk to the line you’re greeted with blank stares, perhaps a raise of the eyebrow, and in rare occasions there’s a difficult-for-the-human-eye-to-detect head-nod. These non-verbal cues just scream out: “Welcome to the area . . . I’m good with you as long as you don’t stand in front of me or too near me.”
So my wife asks sarcastically if I made any new friends on the bus each day. A question always good for a chuckle. Well, these may not be total social butterflies, but I did get TWO head nods this morning, so I’d say I have some commuter-friends-for-life!