Kiss and Ride

There are quick pecks, long hugs and brief chats. There's that final rummaging in bags for keys or other items that must be exchanged. I see all of this and more as I wait for the Arlington (ART) 43 bus each morning on Clarendon Boulevard.

Without an official "Kiss and Ride" lane, as there are at suburban Metro stations throughout the system, commuters must make do. So, there are last-minute maneuverings, swerves to the curb, double parking in the bus lanes.

But there is always that moment when passenger and driver turn to each other for a word or an embrace before heading off into their separate days. It's a ritual I never tire of watching, the human element of the commuting drama: kiss ... and ride.