Bus Report #167

On my way down the hill yesterday afternoon to catch the bus, a truck sped by and a man leaned out and shouted, "HI!" It was the Confederacy Of Dunces Guy. I shouted back and waved.

This morning the only people at the 22 Fillmore stop were me, the dreadlocked security guard, and the Watchtower ladies. I said good morning to all of them, then the Watchtower ladies tried to give me some pamphlets.
I politely declined.
Our driver was one of the friendly ones, so he got a hello and good morning, too.
So much good will so early in the day.