At least half of my childhood memories of looking out a car window are slightly clouded by a film of salt on the window. It is a weird phenomenon to me now since I live in San Francisco. I guess the only equivalent is riding on the bus and trying to see out the window through the film of hair gel and graffiti on the inside and pigeon droppings on the outside, but the bus seems to be like that anywhere so that’s not really a San Francisco observation.
well, for a lot of places, having a but that comes at all, albeit often either 4 in a row or nothing for 20 minutes, is a phenomenon in and of itself.
Of course, a bus in Buffalo is likely to have hair gel and graffiti on the inside, and a dreamy film of snow and salt on the outside. So you get the best of both worlds.
This makes me want to hop on the next bus and fix my hair with a can of spray paint. Just think, I’ll probably get some of the off spray in my eyes and then I would be able to see like this all the time, with or without a pane of glass between myself and the outside world.