Today I saw and a man and a boy on the bus. The man was the driver, the boy was his son. For once, I've never felt so envious of a four year old. Sure, he probably sat through the same routes day in, day out but he got to see life. People. New people, old people, young people, people that ride the same bus, the same time everyday. Being able to see all walks of life. Witnessing human nature from every corner of the spectrum.
Then I realized I get to do the same thing as a cook.
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