You may find this weird but I take pleasure on the occasions that I have to take the bus and train to school. Seriously. It is something that I look forward to on a daily basis since in my case, I have to do it often- because I can't drive yet. Everyday, there's a chance of seeing different kinds of people, hearing different languages and giving flirty stares. *wink
Let me tell you how I do it. Every morning, I walk at 1015am to the bus stop, greeting the mailman in the process and walking past two middle-aged jogging women. When I reach the bus stop, often times, I am the only one waiting so I switch my iPod on, shuffling the music. During this time, I check my world clock and smile when I see Manila time. I'd think people could still be up by then, procrastinating or maybe listening to Magic 89.9's Boy's Night Out. When the bus arrives, I'd flash my smile to the driver with a sweet "Good morning" greeting. He'd greet me too and would sometimes give a comment about the weather. I love this kind of atmosphere in the States. It's like very, uhm, friendly.
When I reach the train station, the bus driver would leave me with "Have a Nice Day," after I thank him for the ride. And guess what, I'd always smile after. It's like I feel happy every time I say something nice. Like I did something really good when I know it's something common in Americans. The frequent "How are you doing?"s and "Have a Nice Day"s.
And after buying a ticket from a ticket machine, I'd wait before the trains open their doors so passengers could get in. With music still playing in my ears, I'd buy coffee from Dunkin' Donuts or the one from the Deli, whichever interests me then I'd pick a newspaper from the newsstand. Sometimes, I'd skip the latter if my dad already bought one. Sitting on benches, I'd frequently watch the other commuters, sometimes hustling, others with their kids in tow and the best part is- whenever I'd spot cute guys around the corner mostly alone also waiting. I'd feel like I'm in this movie, a romantic one at that, and in a minute will be meeting this blue eyed hottie whom I've given an extra long stare. Ha ha ha ha. I'm telling you, it is really funny when you are in search of something that could possibly change your daily routines a little bit.
I actually saw this guy twice this week and I know it was him because of the familiar green jacket and the brown hair. How I'd wish I'd see him again next week and would only hope that we'd be in the same car again. I noticed him the first time when he was on the way to buy a ticket while I was sitting on a bench. I found him cute but was even more delighted when we were on the ramp, waiting for the train doors. I was dying to talk to him. My only mistake was going right when he went left. When we separated, I looked back and I swear to all supreme beings, I saw him look back as well.
When I finally reach my station, I'd take another bus again or if it has left me, hail a taxi. This is the only thing that makes my day a bit worse because if the train ran slower than usual, the delay would have me running to the bus station, hoping the bus driver wouldn't leave me behind. But the thing is, punctuality is sometimes nasty. The bus would leave me even though I'm near its rear end.
A few kilometers away, I'd reach school just in time for lunch or the usual turning in of Statistics homeworks. Then the day would go on until the end of my last class. Don't worry, I get picked up in the afternoon so I don't have to walk another mile again. Ha ha.
Anyway, I'd keep the other details to myself. All I know is that commuting is something fun, in sharp contrast with how I felt back in the Phil. Don't ask why. For the next days, I'd just keep on delighting myself with the small surprises of buses and trains before I step into doing the driving itself.