I tend to feel weirdly anxious about a few things.
One of them is Other.People.Running.to.Catch.Buses. (Particularly older folk.) You know how People.Running.to.Catch.Buses always run that funny run with their knees bent and their bodies straight. And their faces are always so intent - focused on Catching.That.Bus.
I find myself silently cheering for them: run! (but not too hard, you might hurt yourself!) you can make it! I know you can! That bus is made for you!
And then when they make it (which they usually do because people don't normally tend to run for the bus unless they think they can actually make it) I am always so thrilled.
(In a quiet, in my head kind of way.)
