As you might guess from its small ordinal number, 3rd East is not very far into the route. In fact, I often am the first one to get off. I slink off without looking at anyone because I don't want everyone to think I'm the lazy one that got off three blocks into the route (it's actually six blocks into the route, but no one ever seems to take into account that the TRAX Station is past State Street. It's a mental block that afflicts all bus passengers, and I myself am not entirely immune). But when everybody else also got off, I felt kind of bad for the bus driver, who would, in all likelihood, be all alone all the way to Wasatch. This is not as bad as if, say, the 811 were empty, but still, driving all that way by yourself would be lonely. Or eerie. I don't know, as I've never been on a bus by myself; whenever I'm on a bus, there's at least the driver there. That's probably enough. Shutting up now.
|All that way by himself, without even a twist or turn in the road to keep him company . . .|