I am going to pause to acknowledge that this title from a romance author and trained sex educator could mean many things. But I am talking about bus back doors.
I ride the bus regularly. The route near me is a main artery in the city so sometimes we get the extended buses, with the accordion piece in the middle to help them turn. In those buses the back door is even farther from the driver.
Ideally, the back door should open each time the bus stops. In the DC area, they have added machines to the back doors, to allow people to enter from that door, as well as exit. In my experience, those back door machines work more irregularly than the front door machines. But it does mean that the door should again open at each stop.
But it doesn't always. The person standing there will yell back door, hoping their voice will carry to the driver. Often someone a little closer to the driver will pick up the call. I watched this the other day on the bus and though about how this is a tiny moment of community. Someone sees an issue that doesn't involve them, but steps in to help solve it. Society works best when we work together.
Tara Kennedy
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~To the world we dream about, and the one we live in now.
"Hadestown", book and lyrics by Anais Mitchell