Kindred Spirits

When you make the decision to sit next to someone else on the a bus stop bench, you're telling that bench mate that you're willing to take their cigarette smoke, their strange comments made on the weather, and the space they take up. You're asking to become their temporary friend. Their temporary Tonto for a Smith and Wesson adventure. When you take that seat, especially when others are available, you're their friend for ten to fifteen minutes. So, what should you and your new friend do? Nothing. There's no need. It's all assumed. With three feet separating you two, they know you're cool and their obviously okay with you. Sitting says it all.