Bus Report #862
When the bus pulled up to my stop I got on, balancing pie container on top of pie container so I could scan my Clipper card.
"What you got today?" the driver asked.
"Just a couple pies," I said.
"You didn't bring me none, huh?" he asked, joking.
"Aw, sorry, not today!"I told him, sitting down and situating the pies so they wouldn't slide around.
A few stops later, oh look! It's the giant genie - my fourth sighting of him this week.
He daubed some oil onto a small comb and combed it through his beard, then finished off with the beard balm and his dandy comb. What a great ritual. I don't mind watching it - unlike the dreaded nail clipping and the cringe worthy eyelash curling, this never seems disgusting or potentially dangerous.
I (carefully, slowly) got out the bus at my usual stop and said good bye to the driver, and walked the rest of the way to work.