Bus Report #55
Until we smelled the bus. It was awful, as though someone had not made it to the bathroom on time. We looked around but there was only one other person on the bus, a young girl, and she was standing near the door.
I opened four windows and sat down.
Francisco opened one window.
At Eddy, a crew of Everett students got on and immediately started complaining about the stench. They opened all the other windows. I smiled at them in approval. They were pretty loud, laughing and joking and yelling out the window at people.
At Church Street the driver wagged his finger at them and called out, "You guys behave yourselves!"
And the kids did, which was funny and slightly heartwarming.
But only slightly because the smell was still pretty bad.
At Valencia, the young girl got off the bus. Watching her go down the stairs, I noticed that she was the one who had had the accident and caused the smell. She sat down on a bench on 16th Street. She looked sad, and I worried about her for the rest of the ride.