Except the weasels.

There’s only one thing I trust less than the weasels and that’s public transit.

That quote tend to be the general thought process of the average bus rider in this city.  Granted that I presume most people that require public transit are jaded and disgruntled there are those that may surprise you while you ride. 

An example being the low waisted, big sweater and side-turned-hat hooligan who runs for the bus so he can get there before his baby’s mamma, set up the seat so the stroller can fit then plays the role of a doting father during the entire ride.

This world is full of surprises if you take a chance to listen to it rather than blocking it out with headphones and dark sunglasses.