A chat with my bus driver changed how I see the morning rush
I was stuck in my usual spot on the 7:15 express yesterday, grumbling about the delay. The driver, Frank, saw my face and said, 'You know, I've been doing this route for 12 years. I see the same people, same seats, same sighs.' He told me he keeps a list of the regulars who say good morning, and it makes his whole shift. It hit different because I realized I'm just another grumpy face to him, not a person. Has anyone else had a small talk moment that flipped your view of the daily grind?