Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Bus Report #218

This morning, on a very crowded yet eerily quiet bus, I felt someone gently tapping my shoulder. It was early and I was still sleepy.
I turned around to see what the tapper wanted.
It was the handsome South Asian chef.
"You wouldn't happen to have a tissue, would you?" he asked me quietly.
For you, I have a whole pack, I thought. Instead I just said, "Sure, hold on a sec."
I dug out my little packet of tissues and passed it back to him. "Use as many as you like," I said.
Another tap on my shoulder. "Thanks," he said, handing the pack back to me.
"You're welcome," I replied.


Post a Comment

<< Home