there’s a girl waiting at the bus stop that you’ve never seen before. On her back is what looks to be ind if those insulated cooler backpacks, and in her hands are a couple of empty takeout bags, the prior contents of which may be in the backpack. She shifts her weight, causing the bench beneath her to creak—no doubt due to her rotundity, as her green jacket appears as if it would take a struggle to zip up over her width.