My first real experience with mass transit occurred in Chicago, as an undergrad on the South Side. Want to get to the city? Take a bus. I mean, you could hop on the El...but you'd have to take a bus to get there. So, we reconciled ourselves to getting around via buses.
And I have no qualms with buses. Trains are sanitary - chock full of suits and novels and all that nonsense that rarely occurs on a bus. Sure, they're faster, but are trains really better?
I soon discovered the benefits of the bus. From Point A to Point B - what's the fastest route? The bus. Want to know who's driving and who to sit nearby in the case of sketchy fellow commuters? Get to know your bus driver. Running a dime or quarter short on this trip? S/he probably won't mind, as long as you make it up on the next ride.
That's what's so great about bus drivers. Today's driver - on the way back - was able to laugh along with all of us as two gals in Louboutin platforms (I kid you not) discovered the intricacies of the payment mechanism. Yep, it's $1.35 and yep, you both have to pay the full amount and, nope, there are no longer any transfers. But as we all laughed and the driver nearly passed my stop, I was reminded of the reason why I enjoy riding the bus so very much - sometimes human interaction can make all the difference, even if it's just a bus ride...