Bus Report #515

The 22 Fillmore was late this morning.
I waited with the sweet, elderly nurse, who shook her head, said knowingly, "It's pay day, that's the day they all call in sick."
She meant the drivers. We've had this conversation before. I nodded.
"Yeah," I said.
The bus eventually arrived and I stepped back so she could get in first.
When I started walking to the back of the bus I saw Carmen. We smiled at each other and she moved up so we could sit together in our usual spot.
We caught up on the news from the past couple of months. Nothing earth shattering from either of us.
Seeing Carmen always makes my morning, and lessens my anger at the bus being late.