The Incident Where All Passengers’ Numbers Hit Zero

I possess a highly specific talent. It is not exactly glamorous, but most commuters would beg on their knees for it.

Whenever I board a bus, I can see a glowing number hovering above every passenger's head, indicating exactly how many stops they have left.

The older lady with a 5 floating above her hairless crown? Sure enough, five stops later, she sprints off before the doors even fully open, desperate to beat the morning rush at the farmer's market. The exhausted woman who falls asleep the second her head hits the window? She sports a 15.