Context: Being a city bus, there seems to be about 50 seats, although some people prefer to stand if they get off rather quickly (about two or three stops). The space is smaller, but it wasn't crowded at that time due to the rain outside, which discourages people from taking the bus. The most common items are headphones, bus books and smartphones with passengers. The younger the cyclist, the more likely they are to have a smartphone unless they are with their parents. Elderly passengers tend to have books or look at the bus booklet. The people and their activities on the bus:1) Middle-aged Caucasian female, appears to be around 45 years old. Dressed in a large black coat, overalls and hair slicked back in a ponytail. He also has a flip phone and was talking loudly into it, something about his ex and child support. He got off downtown at 26th and Pacific Avenue, even though he was on the phone the entire time. 2) Two black teenagers who are obviously friends. One was dressed for an interview, his friend was wearing a basketball jersey and jeans. They both got off at TCC. They kept the conversations at a low level, until they started watching videos on one of their phones, which made them laugh out loud. I would like to see the video, but I know better than to get involved since I'm watching. 3) Older Caucasian male, appears to be in his 50s. Dressed simply, but seems uncomfortable throughout the trip. He tries to start a conversation on the bus whenever someone sits next to him, but most of the time he is treated coldly until he starts asking for directions. I even tried asking people where they could find medical marijuana, but most of those conversations ended as quickly as they emerged.4) Young mother, her son, and by......half of sheet ......if no one noticed that I was there, because I scrupulously followed the general rules and no one would have bothered me if I had done so. Once we reached Sixth Avenue, I was generally disinterested because there were very few people on the bus, so I no longer had that many people to look at or anyone to really catch my attention. What explains these feelings is that, for one thing, I take public transportation a lot, so for me to feel uncomfortable on the bus has to be a well-thought-out effort led by someone. I've seen various kinds of events happen on the bus, so most of the journey doesn't faze me. In fact I became disinterested so quickly once we got to Sixth Avenue because at this point people stop driving for so long and tend to get off at quicker intervals of stops. The people who remain at this point set out much earlier along the route. Most likely starting from the center or earlier.