Bus Report #811
The smiley teen was already on the bus, and when she saw me, she smiled and waved and I waved back.
The bus smelled bad, like fish and sweat. I opened all the windows I could reach and then sat down.
A few stops later a handful of people got out. The driver swung open the Plexiglas door next to his seat and stood up. He turned around and, wrinkling his nose, sprayed the newly vacated seats with air freshener.
The smiley teen and the woman sitting across from her grinned at each other.