People on a bus.
Dirty people, bumps on old wrinkly heads.
Christian people, forcing fellow bus riders to listen to them quote scripture under the guise of taking a pole asking people the one thing they would change in the world if they could.
Special people, listening to their walkman like its cool.
Young people, with shoes to new and pants to big, flirting and cussing and making every one else on the bus think, "When I was their age..." No matter how small the age difference.
Middle ages men who like to talk to young girls, not in a pervy way, just because they no longer fear women.
Children, all excited with their pink hand me down backpacks smiling and hugging their young mother and kissing their most recent sibling hello.
Grumpy people just off work mad that they aren't home already.
Filthy young ginger construction workers, sweet running off their.. wait where was I???
Men with beards asking for directions and not getting any answers they understand.
Ladies with way to many bags to be not going to the airport.
And then there is me.
Sitting quietly, trying not to judge all these people for the one thing I would change in the world.
I wish we would all smile more.