Bus Report #756
It had that sour, rotten smell of old meat, and the smell of old, dried blood.
I tried my best not to breathe through my nose.
The construction worker and his buddy showed up, and the construction worker tried to tell me something, but as usual I had no idea what he said. I just said something non-committal like, "oh, yeah," and nodded my head, and smiled.
This morning's ride was smooth, uneventful, and as I walked to work from the coffee shop I saw our driver making her return trip. She saw me, and waved, and I waved back.