Bus Report #97

There is no good way to start a Monday, but this morning was not bad.
My bus was packed full of loud kids and some really creepy looking people but there were also some familiar faces.
Ebony, smiling and waving from the front of the bus.
The friendly and polite teen, asking me how my summer was.
J., who I have not seen in months. She is all right, but won't be around for a while as she has family stuff to do in the Mid-West.
And as I got out of the bus, sleepily blinking my eyes, my favorite sweatshop lady nodded at me and waved as the bus rolled by.