Wondering About My Fellow Passengers

I live 40 miles away from my workplace, so I sometime take the commuter train and other times take the commuter bus to work.  I see the same people over and over again, each day, going to work and then from work.  On the bus, we don’t say a word to each other — but on the train (not subway), people greet each other all the time.

So, it’s quite a shock for me to read about a guy being stabbed and beheaded while travelling home on a bus in Canada.

I read about this yesterday actually, and this morning on the bus I couldn’t help but glance from passenger to passenger wondering …

*GULP*