Bus Report #716

The other night I ran in to a former early-morning commute buddy on Clement Street. At first I couldn't place her; it was light out, we weren't standing at a bus stop and she wasn't wearing the warm hat and jacket she usually wore in the mornings.
"Hey," she said, "how are you?"
"Good," I replied. "Where've you been?"
"I got a new job," she said. "So I get to sleep in until nine!"
I congratulated her and she said, "Yeah, it's better, but I miss talking to you while we wait."
I thought that was sweet. I told her I missed chatting with her, too, and that I was sure we'd see each other in the neighborhood.