Photo by Transit Gurrl
Author’s note: thanks to the kind folks at my dentist’s office for posing for the photo.
I am not a parent and have willed my biological clock to stop ticking so it’s pretty much a given that whenever I see a child on transit I immediately tense up and am on red alert. Don’t get me wrong, I love babies because they’re cute and cuddly, but the sound of any child crying or whining prompts me to look for the nearest exit so that I can flee as swiftly as possible.
The other day I saw a little girl on the bus quietly munching on a cookie as she sat on her father’s lap. She was so adorable with her pigtails and barrettes that had little pink wings straight out of the sides of her head – talk about cuteness overload! But I digress…Seeing the little girl reminded me that it’s Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend and prompted me to reflect on what i am thankful for.
I am thankful for all of the bus drivers who get me to and from work every day. I’m thankful for the transit police that make commuting that much safer. I’m thankful for all of my bus buddies who’ve made my decades (gasp!) of riding transit that much better.
Thank you to all of the weird and wonderful people who take transit. You entertain and amuse me, you shock and surprise me, you always inspire me and sometimes you even frighten me.
Last but not least, thank you to my readers (in no particular order) from Canada, the United States, Germany, Australia, the United Kingdom, the Philippines, Switzerland, the Russian Federation, India, Kenya, Hong Kong, and Sweden. Your kind words and support are always appreciated.
Whether you’re Canadian or not, I encourage all of you to reflect upon what you’re thankful for this fine weekend.
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