The bus slowly pulls up to the bus stop and adjusts into park. The doors shoot open and the bus driver stares back at me.
“Swipe your card please.”
The bus drivers words only partially jolt me from my daze. Robotically, my hand pulls out my bus card and swipes it on the credit card reeder. I take my first step down the aisle and raise my eyes to scan for an open seat. I see one at the back of t...