Bus Report #650
Waited for the 22 Fillmore in the dark this morning, for over twenty minutes.
When the bus finally came into view, I smiled - the bus was hurtling towards the stop at a breakneck speed, so I knew it was my favorite early morning driver, he of the dark glasses, leather hat and brilliant smile.
"Well hey there," he said, leaning out of his seat after he yanked the doors open. "How have you been?"
I smiled, patted his arm. "I've been good, thanks. Great to see you."
I sat by the door, next to the coffee cup girl. She was reading Moby Dick.
When the bus finally came into view, I smiled - the bus was hurtling towards the stop at a breakneck speed, so I knew it was my favorite early morning driver, he of the dark glasses, leather hat and brilliant smile.
"Well hey there," he said, leaning out of his seat after he yanked the doors open. "How have you been?"
I smiled, patted his arm. "I've been good, thanks. Great to see you."
I sat by the door, next to the coffee cup girl. She was reading Moby Dick.
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