From Winnipeg, Canada: "Winnipeg bus driver gives his shoes to man in need" (CBC News)

A Winnipeg Transit bus driver is being hailed a Good Samaritan after stunned passengers watched him give the shoes off his feet to a man who was walking barefoot on the sidewalk. (Read more here.)

From Region Midtjylland, Denmark: "Midttrafik commercial: The Bus (UK version) [official]" (video via YouTube)

From Edinburgh, Scotland: "A nation of 'fash-ists' " (Not Reading On the Bus)

A woman tried to use a lottery ticket to get on the bus yesterday, which you might say re-defines the whole concept of luck.  I thought the bus driver was brave to enter into debate with her (with commendable delicacy) as she looked as if she might be monumental--at the very least-- in her displeasure (and she did have a tattoo on the back of her neck saying:  ‘get tae f..k’). (Read more here.)

From (possibly) Chapel Hill, North Carolina: "Novel Ideas [3]: A Backpack, A Bus Pass, and a Coffee Mug," by Miss Anderson

I think I’m in love with public transportation.

One of the concerns I had with moving back to the university life was that living off campus would be a pain in the butt. As an undergrad living on campus, I was rarely more than a fifteen minute walk from anywhere I wanted to go. For my master’s, I took night classes at a smaller school with free parking after 5pm. But my campus now is notorious for lack of parking. Instead of my old, easy “hop in the car and go” commute, I’m faced with some crazy options involving multiple modes of transportation in a single trip. (Read more here.)

From Edinburgh, Scotland: "Civilisation for beginners" [a Top Ten Bus Stories nominee]. (Not Reading On the Bus)

Late August in Edinburgh, when the frenetic madness of the past few weeks is touched by the slightest whiff of melancholy as the nights begin to perceptibly draw in and here and there trees show the first hints of bronze and russet pink.  Rowan berries glow preternaturally red in the soft evening light and there is a sense  of febrile exhaustion—of an entire city feeling tired and emotional, but determined to have a good time until the party is well and truly over.  In this overcharged atmosphere everything seems exaggerated—the crowds, the rain—and responses are often disproportionate.  We are all subject to this end of an epoch mood.

Riding the bus is different in August as well. (Read more here.)