“Oh, hey, Jim!” he called.
I asked him who the guy was and he said, “Some guy I met on the bus.” Then he told me where the guy worked.
My brain almost literally could not understand those words.
Making enough small talk on a bus to find out someone’s name and where they work is incomprehensible to me. Especially in the amount of time that Alex spends on the bus on the rare days he rides it. He only goes about four blocks to the Metro station.
I would have to be on a bus for a long damn time before I made eye contact, much less a friend.
It’s almost like he doesn’t own sunglasses and headphones.