Posts tagged: riding the bus
The were two women sitting behind me on the outbound No. 43.
One of them apparently was looking at the electronic sign facing the passengers.
Someone pulled the cord to request a stop. And the women had this exchange.
“Stop Rejected? What the…”
“Requested. Not Rejected.”
I was riding the early bus in the first forward-facing seat.
A girl got on just before downtown and sat in the center-facing seat directly in front of me. She might have been 18. Could have been 20.
She proceeded to extract a compact from her bag and began applying makeup, studying the little mirror as she went.
I wasn't sure this was a great idea. It was pretty dark in the bus. And the ride is not without an occasion jostle. How could she do a precise job?
I imagined saying something to her. “You know, you don't really need that stuff. You look just fine.”
But, of course, I kept quiet. Billions of dollars spent convincing women to be insecure about their appearance had already spoken.