Bus Report #773
The world's oldest school security guard, Mr. Taylor, shuffled over and in his whispery voice he said good morning.
I smiled and wished him the same, and then he began talking again. I had to move closer to hear him.
He told me that a couple weeks ago he was getting off the bus and he fell on his face, losing a tooth and getting a hard knock on the head at the same time. I'd been wondering about the tooth ever since I noticed it was missing. When he told me what had happened, I felt a pang of worry. I wanted to wrap him up in bubble wrap.
"It's all right," he said. "I went to get one of those... Whatsits, a head scan? and the doctor told me I was going to be okay." he smiled and then said, "except, of course, for the tooth."
"I'm relieved you're okay," I said. "That's really scary."
"They said especially because at my age, I can't heal as fast as I did when I was younger." He smiled and looked away, up towards Fillmore Street. "Here comes the bus," he said.