I grab a seat on the bus. I always like the ones by the window. I like to see the world outside, watching people as they live their lives, not knowing that our lives intertwined at that very second. I look forward, and the man in front of my smiles. He has has tan hat on with a matching coat, bag and a wooden but curvy walking stick, like one you would see in the Lion King or some sort of jungle related movie. He takes out this plastic bag, and asks "Do you want some?" He smiles. I look and see doughnuts. I smile back, "No thank you." I never knew that inside a bus could be so pleasant as well.