Bye-Bye Bussie

As the M15 Select Bus Service sat with doors closed as I stood outside using my breath into my scarf to warm me; and as I knocked half-heartedly on the thick door window; and as the driver looked head on as if he could not see me, or hear me, or sense me, I locked eyes with a middle-aged woman sealed cozily within. I shook my head, and she smiled sympathetically. And even as the bus pulled away and left me behind on the sidewalk waiting for a second shot, I felt a little better. I’m not invisible here: confirmed.


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5 thoughts on “Bye-Bye Bussie

    • urbanschlep says:

      Thanks for sharing this article–it raises some really interesting questions in this context. And one conclusion: I guess the bus driver was not not-noticing me on purpose…!

  1. Laura4NYC says:

    Does this mean you’re leaving NYC?

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