Bus Report #734
Instead, the driver slowed down and gestured for me to get on.
I shook my head, "Nah, it's okay, but thanks," and waved him on - I wasn't in a hurry and knew the next bus would be along in a couple minutes, and that the driver would probably be my favorite driver, he of the dark glasses and the cap.
The driver mouthed, "You sure?" and I nodded, and waved, and called back, "thanks!"
Five minutes later another 22 pulled up and sure enough, my be-hatted driver grinned widely as he opened the door. "How are you today, honey?" he asked as I stepped inside.