PUBLIC TRANSIT CONSIDERATIONS

Yesterday's bus rides were all about hands. Three lovely pairs of hands, belonging to women between twenty and thirty years of age, I think. The youngest pair of hands had elegant nails, deliciously tapering fingers. I've seen her before on the bus. On the way back I was looking at the soft white hands of the Financial District commutress next to me, rapidly tapping on her cell-phone, then switching my eye to the charming appendages holding on for dear life on the other side. A veritable digital smorgasbord as we rocketed across the hill.


In high school art class one year we were told to do a pencil drawing of our other hand. It is surprisingly difficult to make it realistic or accurate. That year I became aware of artists' sketches and etchings of hands as a direct consequence.

I wouldn't be surprised if there were also many representations of feet.
But I haven't looked for them. Feet are seldom in view.
Though I'll admit that they can be nice.


I also tend to notice foreheads. And eyebrows.


These and other bodily elements hardly ever feature in my dreams while I sleep. "Did you get a good look at the woman who assaulted you, sir?" Yes! "What did she look like?" Well, she had hands.

Need not have been an assault on my person, it could have been a miscreant robbing a bank or sideswiping an official vehicle. She had hands. I just know it.

You should seize the serpent just below the head, so that it cannot twist and bite you. Sound advice from a wilderness expert involving hands. It will struggle and curl around your arm in desperate attempts to get away. But keep holding on tightly.
By no means relinquish your grip.

There are, as you probably expect, no snakes on the bus from the Financial District.
Wrong climate, wrong environment, and no tickets or bus passes.
Small rodents may ride confidently.


Naturally I pride myself on knowing what to do if there is ever a snake on the bus.
Jump up, scream, and get the hell off, is what.



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