You can tell a lot about a person by the way they commute.
Sitting on bart just watching people enter and exit the train can be really entertaining and oddly enough, slightly educational. Like, what happens when an elderly person steps on to the train?
Which people offer their seat to that person, and more interesting is those who don’t. They are the ones that sink a little deeper into their chair, pull their newspaper up higher, or they just hide behind a large pair of sunglasses that they think are shielding the fact they are staring. They would rather have two more stops of comfort, then let someone who is physically worn down have their seat. It amazes me, really.
Then when you step of the train, flocks of people are literally running up the escalator and out on to the city streets. Their day is full of fast pace, running around.
Oh, by the way you can tell who the seasoned business women are–they are the ones dressed in elegant, pressed business suits that beg you to take them seriously, but then you look down. There is the symbol of a seasoned vet, a pair of worn in Nikes with the pink slash on the side. They are the real warriors. They hasten down the streets, three bags slung full of papers and binders over their shoulders, a venti skim latte in their hands, all while still looking a little graceful.
It makes you wonder how they are in the personal lives. If they are constantly on the go, or if they have active social lives.
Then there are the men, dressed in pinstripe, non-creased suits, with their paisley ties flapping in the wind as they have their BlackBerry permantly glued to their ear. They are interesting to, in the fact that they are completely oblivious to the world around them. They walk on the streets like they own them and its almost like the pigeon effect, they clear the sidewalks.
*a little rambling, after two days of living the commuting lifestyle. haha. thanks for reading.
