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Back when I was in college I road the bus every day. Nothing even remotely as crazy as most of the comments here describing happened that I witnessed on those hundreds of bus rides There was the dude wearing a parka when the heat index was over 100, or the guy weeping holding a bouquet while heading into a residential area and those are honestly not that interesting because shit happens but I do have one story:
One fairly quiet bus ride I was seated in some of the sideways seats near the front and a lady seated across from me was reading a newspaper. My eyes are drifting as I'm listening to a podcast and suddenly I realize on the front of the paper this lady is reading is a photo of my dad. I asked her "excuse me, could I look at that paper quickly? That's a photo of my dad there and I want to see what he's been up to to get in the paper but hasn't told me" and it turns out he helped run a Wikipedia edit-a-thon event at a local library to help encourage new contributors.