It was a hot summer day and the subway was down again for maintenance, that meant they had to take the entire subway and cram everyone onto a hot, humid, and stuffy shuttle bus. I get off at Bloor-Yonge, walk up the steps, and emerge into the hot humid heat…behind a massive crowd.
The transit staff begin shiffling people into the lines of shuttle buses, all stuck in traffic due to road work that just happened to coincide with subway closures. Like cattle being herded, I follow the crowd and end up in the back of a bus. I take my seat on a horizontal bench next to an awkward looking university kid glued to his phone playing some sort of iPhone game. He wasn’t the only one.
The back row of people facing us were all glued to their phones too, typing away or watching videos to pass the time. Across me sat a young woman, maybe in her late 20’s wearing tinted aviator sunglasses on her head over top her light brown hair, her tanned skin and tight black tank top contrasted her white tank top and white skirt. It was hard not to notice her.