Mask up and ride the bus π· π 6β£
Mask up and ride the bus π· π6β£
The other day when it was pouring rain I hopped on the bus to pick my truck up from the oil change. Riding the bus is so strange these days with the pandemic smoldering in Albany County and raging all around us.
You ever so anonymously board from the back of the bus and leave from the same place entrance. You never really see the bus drivers face or even acknowledge their existence, you just get on and off, no fare required.
Its kind of a surreal experience, sitting on bus alone, trying to stay six feet away from anyone else, quietly sitting there, trying to avoid touching anything. The buses stink of cleaner and their are many signs to remind you to maintain 6 feet social distancing and leave the way you came – through the back door.