Gerald didn't have many options when it came to getting to work every morning, even Saturdays. Public transportation being what it is during current economical times have, in many ways managed to give free passes to every odd being the American culture has created and scatters them generously on any given bus. As Gerald stares blankly at the man across the isle a row ahead whilst he adjusts his toupee as each passenger at the stop bustles down the isle. In an almost neurological tick type of way the man touches and rotates it a little bit each way. Fading his focus onto nothing in particular out the window he relaxes a little, feeling blended in.
blinking only when the vehicle thunks through pot holes, sewer lids and the occasional thrust of the drivers constant braking. Gerald now off fully to his thoughts during the life numbing journey to work with all of the things that he'll do through out the day; every minute of it doing nothing more than to test the limits of what the world has created and now calls a man. Just as the thought of how miserable his life alters and chips away at his core he can not find the strength to hold back a stream of tears, Silent and hollow.
Traversing out of suburbia and past subdivisions, eventually finding it's way into busier traffic the bus lurches onwards towards the destination that will mark the ending as well as the begining of the same mans life. It's not hard to smell the ongoing morning routine of shops and markets as the bus navigates closer to the cities heart. To Gerald the sounds and smells only remind him of responsibilities he no longer is required by his previous employer to perform.
