JJ has an iced tea of all things, and is back on the bus lickety-split, sipping and watching. A woman with a beret, and another with a barrette, and two or three without. A couple studying a map, and deciding whether 680 or 275. A woman kissing a man quick-quick on the cheek-cheek, and skipping up the steps past JJ and towards the back. The driver eats a sandwich with too much mayo as she closes the door and they all roll away without further delay. No way.