Bus Report #715

It was cold when I left the coffee shop, and the fog was blowing down over the Richmond in massive sheets. I huddled in the bus stop - it had been so much warmer a few hours earlier - and waited for the 38.
When the bus arrived, the driver threw open the door and said, "You look cold, hurry up!"
I smiled at him and got on the bus, and sat down.
At the next stop a few more folks got on. The driver called back to us, "Can you feel the heater? I just turned it on."
"Thanks," we all said, in unison.
By  the time we got to my stop, the bus was good and toasty. I hopped off and waved to the driver, who nodded and honked at me before he drove away.