Buses

The buses around here are a pretty good deal. For about the price of the bridge toll, you can ride the whole hour and fifteen minutes without having the stress of driving in traffic. That said, the rides themselves are uncomfortable. The chairs are stiff, like benches, the seats recline enough that you can say they recline. There is little space between the rows of seats. The windows are cold in the winter, with warm, heated air being pumped up from the sill. This has the strange effect of making you too warm near the window, but cold when you touch it.
Then you add the attitude of the generally stoic riders. You are shushed if you speak to loudly, whether on the phone or to your neighbor. Everyone likes to sit alone and employs many different tactics to secure a row to themselves. The most private of public transportation.

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