Chinese buses in the morning

Every morning is like taking a trip through the disco on my way to work.

I dress up and put up my hair, so I know I will look good. I walk past a dozen of people, always smiling at them, on my way to the final destination. I quickly catch something to eat as I go and buy that one cup of coffee that will keep me awake for sure. I wait in line to get in, just like everyone else, though sometimes I pay the doorman and then sneak in the back door. Once entering, the other people make room for me to enter the dance floor. Up against the walls I can see people sitting on the chairs, half asleep or busy with their phone. We rock back and forth a bit, enjoying the background music and every time someone steps of the dance floor, someone else enters. Until finally we reach the end stop, where only I and one or two other people finally leaves the disco.

Again I am walking down the street, but this time, I enter the office and start my day of work...