On the Bus

Typically I get on the bus going north at the southernmost point downtown since I usually have to walk there from SoDo, but yesterday I had an errand to run downtown and hopped on the bus at the Westlake exit.

Understandably, it was packed and I ended up standing. It isn't too long of a ride, but I always feel like I'm on one of those stretching machines when I get stuck in an area where there is no vertical pole to hang on to. Ironically, I actually feel shorter today...

About 10 feet away from me (across the weird center accordion thingie) a guy struggles to get a pen and notebook out of his backpack while standing and hanging on to a vertical railing. I'm thinking this guy is crazy. He's totally going to fall into someone or be writing and the pen with terrible penmanship due to the jerky movements of a bus. He then starts to sketch. Within a minute, he has a beautiful profile of the guy sitting next to him. He turns the page 90 degrees and draws another face. By the time our 15 minute ride was over, he had 4-5 drawings. It was amazing.

As narcissistic as I am, I did constantly move my head so I wouldn't be a muse. That's kind of creepy and I would have had to ask to rip the page out of his notebook...