Conversations On A Bus

On the bus morning, while trying to read Ian McEwan‘s excellent Saturday, the woman sitting in front of me was talking to another woman across the aisle about her “beautiful, beautiful roast, enough for 2 meals AND sandwiches, for only 7 bucks!”

I used to ride the bus and subway a lot when I lived in Montreal and Toronto; I miss the conversations I used to hear because I had aspirations of being a writer and it gave me lots of ideas. I miss the time it allowed me to read, too.