A bus. For hours and hours. With lots of chat and small talk and noise.
As I was riding on the bus from NC to DC last week for my 5th grader’s class trip, I couldn’t help but think that maybe signs would be helpful.
For those who get it, maybe I could have grabbed a Sharpie and written “introvert” on my neon pink chaperone shirt. But to explain to everyone else, maybe these would have come in handy: