One of the things that's great about the city I'm living in, is that people thank the bus driver.
All sorts: older.people, business.types, phone.talkers, school.kids, baby.juggling.parents, music.listeners, muscled.men, gossiping.girls, day.dreamers and even black.cloud.folk.
Quietly, as they pass the driver at the front or hollered, as they leave from the back, folk tend to give thanks.
It's a collective [and, I reckon, contagious] expression of gratitude.
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