Transit centers, etc.

Transit centers are odd places during the week. Getting on and off the bus sometimes I have a hard time not laughing at being in a line of people dressed in the same jeans and sensible shirt, carrying the same timbuk2 bag, drinking the same coffee, wielding the same iPod/Zune and smartphone combo and reading the Economist. I'm out of place and I'm proud of it though I'm thinking more and more that there's a reason I don't seem to belong (that I actually don't). Some days that wears down on me and I don't quite feel like laughing anymore.

Transit centers are even stranger during the weekend. Pure desertion and you get the feeling that an entire bike could probably be assembled from the miscellaneous pieces remaining chained to their rack.

Speaking of buses… I feel like I get more than my fair share of weird attention in and around buses. A while back I was sitting there reading my book and got the feeling that a guy next to me was looking over way too frequently. Turns out he was making this:

Peculiar.