My bus friends

Everyday I take the bus to and from work. I generally take the same bus and there is a little group of people who are almost always on the same bus as well. Some of them I see everyday on my ride in, some on the ride home, and some I see on both rides. I have an odd variety of relationships with these people that I see everyday. I only know the names of a few of them and some of them I smile and nod to every morning, some of them exchange basic pleasantries with me from time to time and occasionally I spend the ride talking to one of them. In my head I think of them all as my bus friends.

One of my bus friends is almost always on the same bus home with me. I don't know his name, we have never really talked although if the bus is full we occasionally sit together. Despite the complete lack of interaction between us, he is one of my favorite bus friends. He is an Asian gentleman, probably in his mid-thirties. He get off the bus a few stops before I do and everyday when the weather is nice his wife, baby, and little boy are standing outside waiting for him to come home. Everyday it makes me smile to see his little boy come running towards his father when he gets off the bus and it makes me happy that this little family, who are in no way a part of my life, share a little of their happiness with me each evening as I come home from work.