Senior (#49 of 365)

I was on a bus out of town, and felt a need to tell this story.

On the bus to my hometown there is a stench of senior citizen. The sight of them texting on a smartphone sends me into silent giggles. The one finger tap is highly inefficient.

Down the aisle there is an array of all-day-comfort sneakers. Across from me, one knits and I smile at the activity I find fun

Most of all, the silence is nice. It’s appropriate. It’s polite. It’s rare.

Still, I’d like to go without the combination of cheap soap and mothballs.

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