An observation on the bus..

Fiery red locks flick aggressively, and forced into a plastic bag. Hands shakily hover around the laminated handles. A carefully folded tissue clenched in the right, the left wavering around not knowing what to do. The locks flip up and a face is revealed. Flustered; red blotches around the cheek and eyes; lips red. Her dark brown eyes shift from left to right, her head forcefully dumps back into the bag, pops back up, dumps back down, pops back up; movements like an ostrich hiding its head in the dirt. Her head comes back up for the last time, followed by her right hand patriotically put on her chest.