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A Bus Ride
I was riding the Greyhound Bus to visit a friend of mine. It was a long eighteen hour ride and I was bored out of my skull. My iPod was dead and I hated to read on a bus. This bus was filled with old people shuttling between stops on the back roads of Wisconsin and points south. We stopped at small towns and at one stop a man about my age boarded the bus. He moved his lanky frame to the rear of the bus, to the vacant seat next to me. It was the last two seats in the bus and they had the most...