Bus ride

Having walked a few kilometres, wandering in the city aimlessly while the husband and daughter
were enjoying the new Spiderman movie, then gorging on Mc D junk to undo the good of walking, my feet felt like they weighed a ton. Forgot to add - some of the walking had a purpose and that was shopping yarn to feed my new found passion for crochet. The point is I was tired.

When we boarded a bus, and let me add that my daughter has forbidden a bespectacled and (a few) grey strands flashing me to crochet on public transport lest I want to add a decade or two to my ageing self. And as you might have noticed I get these sudden bursts of mind pops, I go back and forth in my sentences and in my head, not sure if that is a harbinger of natural age-related deterioration. Anyway, what I intended to say was that since I didn't hava a book at hand and crocheting has been disallowed on public transport (by a junior member of my family) and the husband and daughter sat beside each other to discuss the aforementioned movie, I found myself wondering what would I indulge myself in, through the bus ride - music or browse halfheartedly on Pinterest and come up with ways to refurbish things and spend some precious time and money in the process.. as you can see I have difficulties focussing, I get distracted several times accounting a simple narrative of a short bus ride.

Before I could even bring myself up to deciding what I could do during the 25 minutes long bus ride, I was distracted by an exaggerated evil-sounding laughter, coming from the seat in front of me. The 4 seats ahead of me were occupied by a young family, the mother whom I overheard mention on the phone was named Sara, sounded upbeat about the upcoming good weather which would last from Thursday to Saturday (I'm really sceptical about the Swedish weather and I can't bring myself to be equally accepting of the weather apps. If that says something about the weather apps or my character I'm not sure), the father engaged the toddler and the preschooler by making animated noises meant to resemble those of vampires, tigers etc. while the kids laughed their lungs out. The doting dad then did digital makeovers of the kids using some app, the toddler wanted violet hair for the makeover and the mother asked the dad to forward the pictures so she could lovingly share them on social media, appended with hearts <3 (I'm assuming). The preschooler reiterated (several times) if and when he could get a chance to try the app on his dad, the dad now seemed to have slipped into a reverie, whether that was intentional, was not clear.
It was wonderful observing the young family, having forgotten the innocuous demands that little kids make (teen demands usually come with price tags)! I turned my head to see a middle aged lady engrossed in her phone and just when I was about to turn my attention back to Sara and family, I noticed the lady pulled out a pastry tart with strawberries glued from one of her several shopping bags, I had to tear myself away from the sight as she gleefully demolished the delicate pastry layers.

While Sara was on her phone conversing to what seemed like a concierge service for an all inclusive stay somewhere, the dad and the kids were all quiet, probably just bored, I heard a superfluous laughter from the seat ahead of them. I would have gleaned more but then Sara and family got off at the next stop and they were replaced by two sisters so I had to shift my attention back to the seats right ahead of me. The older sister started filming from the bus window almost immediately after being seated and I followed the camera on her phone, peering at the unvarying rocks and trees she was filming, just in case I had missed something. I noticed her uploading the video on Instagram along with a bright red heart ♥️
I wondered if she posted - it's the journey that counts and not the destination?

I'm not creepy or prying, just some interesting observations.