Public Transporation and Me

Every time I get on some means of public transportation, I always look around at the other passengers and imagine "what if this busload of passengers (or traincar load or airplane, etc) ended up as the last remaining humans on earth due to some catastophic world event and we are all responsible for rebuilding societal laws and repopulation of humanity?" Thus I begin first comparing the ratio of males to females, ages, levels of attraction and attractability, which races would be combined...I match up people, which female would be most likely the ones the males would fight over, who would I want/hate to have to sex with, or if anyone would even want to sleep with me. Your basic survivor scenario. Each bus ride brings a different scenario, different players, different ratios, different problems. That guy might be a plumber or carpenter, is anyone a hunter? Who would be the one to ensure we ate, who would become the leader, who would be the troublemaker? I can't seem to stop doing it and it has kept me entertained on many a journey, short or lengthy. I've been doing it for years. On a similar note, when I get on a plane, I always look at the people surrounding me, particularly my seat mate, and I think, "these coud be the last people I see if we go down. I will be holding this person's hand." I think it's sort of funny I do this, and it's only a brief thought. But I do always do it. I wonder if other people have little travel oddities of their own?

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Quote of the day: I always felt that way about the South, that beneath the smiles and southern hospitality and politeness were a lot of guns and liquor and secrets. James McBride "The Color of Water"
Chosen because, being from the South, I have certainly seen my share of those who love their guns, liquor and secrets and I liked such a simple way of evoking one of many possible readings of southern culture.