Bus Report #834

Thursday morning, Bryant and 16th.

I crossed the street and saw a 33 Stanyan pull in to the bus stop. The driver was my old friend, he of the dark glasses and the snazzy cap. The whitest smile I've ever seen.
He waved and leaned toward the door, still smiling. "Well hey there sweetheart," he said. "I've missed you. It's been a while, how you been?"
I grinned back. "I'm fine. I miss seeing you, too." I said.
"Aw, you take care, honey," he said. "You have a good day, okay?"
"You, too," I said.

So sweet. He drove off, waving as they disappeared down 16th.