breaking bread (on the bus)

i don’t own a car, which normally i love, but it is a missed snacking opportunity.  food and drink is not allowed on the bus and i try to respect this generally.  generally.  sometimes it can’t be helped and one must snack on the bus.  the other day i hopped on the bus and snagged a seat next to a nearly elderly woman carrying far too many bags.  she looked tousled to say the least.  (for the record, i’m usually a keep-to-yourself-kinda-bus-rider.  pleasantries are fine, but for me the bus is a great opportunity to zone out or listen to one of a zillion podcasts i never get to.)  but despite her obviously frazzled day, this woman had an especially warm aura and i wanted to be her friend.  before i had a chance, she leaned over to me and asked, “do you mind if i eat a few grapes?  i just need a snack!”  well, now you’re speaking my language!  so i said, “of course not, i have some almonds in my bag if you would like some?  we can have a little picnic together.”  and so we did.  i got off a few stops later, but what a lovely snack it was.  refreshing purple grapes, yummy raw almonds…but mostly wonderful because the bus is a place where people don’t really look at, talk to or much less share food with their travel mates.  city living has the potential for moments like this all the time.  this kind lady reminded me of all the ones I might be missing because I’m too uptight or stressed or simply unaware.  what do you think about breaking bread on the bus?

snack shared: juicy purple grapes and yummy raw almonds



sometimes you gotta break some rules