Get onto the bus

I just had a bus ride right out of one of those Miesner-y one acts, where you change from one conversation to another on the bus and learn all about human interaction. First, there is the blues singing bus driver. He always sings, but today it was a perfect parenthesis to my trip. There was a hispanic woman with a sweater with lots of buttons on it (mind you today's forecast is merely 95 degrees, so a sweater is understandable) and she and her counterpart were discussing God fervently in Spanish. I assume its God, because the book they were handing back and forth said "Dios" on the cover. It was quite an impassioned conversation, mostly her talking and him nodding. At first I thought they didn't know each other, but they started laughing later in the trip. it seemed to me a sign of a prior relationship.
At the stop after mine, an average looking freshmen college boy gets on. I would expect him to pull out an iPod. Wrong. He starts meditating. Quietly, as is the normal meditative practice, of course, but eyes closed, hands on knees, bus jerking meditating.
Then an older woman and her Grandson get on, and the grandson heads straight to the back, but she hangs up front and starts talking to the singing bus driver. She tells him she'ss be 74 in two months, she's had her share of heartache when 3 of her sons died in a span of 6 years, her mother lived til she was 96 and much much more. She's been taking care of herself since she was nine, so you know she's seen her share of trouble. That's what she said.
And there was a lady that kept her money in a deli container and had the giant sunglasses that covered her other glasses, making her look like a welder.
There were other people on the bus, but these were the more interesting ones. I was slumpy in the corner, becuase I'm getting a cold. It was like I was watching a play with actors and carefully constructed dialogue. I got a free show this morning.