Rear-ended

Most buses in Recife are easily recognizeable as proper city buses. They may have broken glass on half a dozen seats or they may have a driver who is trying to make up for being behind schedule after having made stops to buy lottery tickets and snacks and to catch up with old friends. But for the most part, city buses look like city buses.

Every once in a while, however, there is a route that supplements their buses with a VW bus.

Perhaps you have been inside of a VW bus before and perhaps you've noticed, as I have, that they can fit nine people snuggly.

So what do you call it when the bus stops and my sister and I are passenger numbers 15 and 16, not counting lap children, groceries, etc.?

The man in charge of collecting the fare, opening and closing the door, and calling out the stops to potential passengers, stepped down from the bus, sizing up our rear ends, calculating the space available and the space required. (Just as you might decide how to fit another plate and bowl into an already full dishwasher.) Directing us around, requesting that a few others move to maximize hips-to-seats ratio, he then climbed in, closing the door behind him. He then rested his rear end in the only remaining open space... hanging out the window.

Comments

Damian said…
I will never complain about tight airplane seats again.

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