Getting Friendly on the Bus

So this morning Dani and I were taking the D line and had the wonderful privilege of standing. On the turn from Arlington to Russell, the driver took it a little too fast and Dani was thrown into the lap of a small asian girl sitting behind her. Dani apologized profusely, but I don't think the girl spoke English because she didn't really respond. She just looked very tired and very upset, and Dani and I both thought she was going to start crying. Then she shook her head in a, "Why do these things always happen to me?" sort of way. Dani hung her head in shame for the rest of the drive.