I rode the city bus yesterday to go buy my new copy of Stargate: The Ark of Truth and, as I went to the shelter near the store to await the next bus which would take me back downtown, there was already an older woman in there. She was smoking a cigarette. (Bus shelters here are no-smoking zones.) It was windy and cold and snow was blowing about, so I know why she was smoking inside the shelter.)
Now, this was one of those glass shelters with an open doorway, and there was only one bench inside which would seat 2 people. As I approached with my treasured DVD (the last copy of it in the store!) she lifted her shopping off the bench so I could sit.
She asked if I minded her smoking and I said 'No', and then we began talking about how I'd quit last year and how she'd tried to quit many times. A younger girl came to the shelter and joined the conversation. I relinquished my place on the bench but she wouldn't sit down. I remained standing anyway. Finally, one other older woman came in as well. We all chatted about all the snow and the weather and smoking and shopping and such. . . just like old friends.
At one point, the smoker stood up to go out of the shelter to have another cigarette and the rest of us sheltered her against the wind so she could light it. It was pretty funny, actually.
When the bus came, 3 of us got on (the late-comer was waiting for a different bus) and I sat directly behind the younger woman and across the aisle from the first woman who had been smoking. The camaraderie ended the moment we boarded. We were friends in the bus shelter, but we politely became strangers again on the bus.
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			Now, this was one of those glass shelters with an open doorway, and there was only one bench inside which would seat 2 people. As I approached with my treasured DVD (the last copy of it in the store!) she lifted her shopping off the bench so I could sit.
She asked if I minded her smoking and I said 'No', and then we began talking about how I'd quit last year and how she'd tried to quit many times. A younger girl came to the shelter and joined the conversation. I relinquished my place on the bench but she wouldn't sit down. I remained standing anyway. Finally, one other older woman came in as well. We all chatted about all the snow and the weather and smoking and shopping and such. . . just like old friends.
At one point, the smoker stood up to go out of the shelter to have another cigarette and the rest of us sheltered her against the wind so she could light it. It was pretty funny, actually.
When the bus came, 3 of us got on (the late-comer was waiting for a different bus) and I sat directly behind the younger woman and across the aisle from the first woman who had been smoking. The camaraderie ended the moment we boarded. We were friends in the bus shelter, but we politely became strangers again on the bus.


 
						 
 
		 
 
		

 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		