Bus Report #76

This morning the 38 was very crowded. Mr. Polite politely offered me a seat, but I declined so he could sit down, then I went to the back of the bus and sat there. The kids are on the bus again, must be the first day of summer school.
As the 22 drove torturously slow down Fillmore, I sleepily watched the other passengers.
I saw Ebony, Stephanie and my favorite sweatshop lady.
The kids were loud as usual, but there were only a few of them.
The gas station on Guerrero looks like it might reopen soon.