the people must have something good to read on sunday

with an unprescendented resolve, I am ready to have a productive busride. With no obnoxious screenings of "Just Like Heaven" in the coach to stop me, I pick up my copy of "Democracy and Education" and do my best to command the respect of all those around me. I am here to do work, goddammit. I am here to get things done. Then, it happens.
PFFFFFPT!
what is this??! I turn around and try to find this infantile mysterio who has the audacity to make raspberry noises! My search concludes with nary a single baby on the bus. I chalk it up to a fluke-one of those rare but not all-together unheard of occasions where the wheels on the bus sound like a human's tounge applying pressure to its lips.
I begin reading. I am anxious, reading each line with great trepidation. Nothing. Two pages go by and bam! I am awoken from my academic slumber once again this time with a chuckle! I am taken off-guard. As I slowly turn around, it becomes evident that a large schizophrenic gentleman and I are both taking a trip to our nation's capitol. He appears to be having a much grander time than I, blowing bubbles and all. When I turn around, I can now hear him muttering unintelligbly. He is seated by himself. How did I miss this? How did everyone else miss this?
I become amazed that this man is not only traveling by himself but also has the capacity to purchase a $40 dollar ticket (ANOTHER INCREASE IN PRICE!).
All of these thoughts leave me after I turn around again. He looks at me dead into the eye. Hethen proceeds to stick out his tounge and blow. I put on my portable DVD player and watch episodes of "The Wire" until the only thing I hear is the fictious jive of the streets of Baltimore.

John Dewey defines communication as a process of sharing experience till it becomes a common possession. Clearly, he never rode the bus.