Tuesday Morning, Bus #15

Pretty quiet/crowded bus as per usual. No bums. No smelly people. Just the morning grinders getting to work. At around Pioneer Square…

SFX: Knock. Knock. (coming from the roof of the moving bus.)

People look up.

SFX: Knock. Knock. Knock.

People look up again. I get off.

Me to my single-serving bus companion, who I see daily and now we talk when appropriate: Did you hear that knocking sound?

Single-serving bus companion: No. On the bus?

Me: Yeah, it was coming from the roof.

Single-serving bus companion: Someone really wanted to get on, huh?

Me: I guess.