Bus Report #672

This morning when I got on the bus, my favorite driver smiled and said, "Good morning, dear," and then before I could go find a seat he held up a piece of paper and said, "Look at this. See, this is when I'm supposed to get to this stop."
The paper was his schedule, I realized, with major stops underlined twice in green pen. He pointed to one line which read 6:47. "See?" he said.
"So you're a little early?" I guessed, unsure what time it was.
He smiled again and shook his head. "Nope, I'm right on time!"
"That's great," I said. I patted him on the shoulder and went to sit down.