A typical nine-to-fiver, he's dressed in business casual with a bright blue fall coat: mid-forties, with hair at once thinning and too long. He is a combover waiting to happen.
I've no idea from where he got the beat in his head, but he's sharing it with the rest of the bus, or at least those of us near the back, in sporadic, intermittent bursts.
And it's catchy - literally. A young Asian man seated opposite starts tapping his fingers on the bag he's holding in his lap. An old lady boards the bus, and as the bus accelerates with her still standing, she has to compensate her footwork to keep from falling. Her altered steps match the rhythm of the tapping perfectly, making it look like she's dancing (for a 2 second burst).
It almost feels like one of those Coke commercials, or that scene from Enchanted...
[WATCH IT!]
...where one person starts with a catchy beat or tune, and the next thing you know you're in a Broadway musical where everybody from all the walks of life you encounter knows his or her part perfectly in the song you're making up as you go along.
But...
There's my stop.
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