

a somewhat snarky, sometimes cranky, borderline stalker-y view of the world from my seat on the bus. No offense meant to anyone.. all of these stories are just made up. I really know nothing about you. And I care even less. I love watching the urbanites as they do their daily dance along the train tracks and bus routes...They make me happy. And sleepy.
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I actually got to touch it this past weekend for a legitimate reason. Some guy left his keys on the train and at the next stop the operator asked if anyone had seen them. So I got to press the button for the first time in 20 years of riding the train to talk to her. I felt important.
I have to admit, it is tempting. I once heard the conductor scold someone for accidentally leaning on it, but that's about as close as I've come.
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