The public transit. I have been re-acquainted with it recently. It's always an interesting experience when you take the transit. You don't know what sort of things you will encounter. The things you see or smell can be a story itself. Yes, I did say smell. Taking the transit no more than ten days of the month has reminded me of this.

After many years of driving, you forget some of the things that go on with our transit system. You start to take all that for granted. How quickly you get from point A to point B. The roominess and comfort you get from sitting in your car. The freedom to play your music as loud as you can. Even the warmth of the heat is something you don't even think about until you stand in the cold bus. And the only foul smell you get is from fumes coming in to your car through the ventilation system or you.

You quickly remember all this when you are standing next to a loud, foul smelling person. While you fight to stop breathing, you know you would have to deal with it since you have nowhere to go in a packed bus. And the only thought in your mind is that your stop will come soon. Ahh... yes, the beauty of a car.