Bus Report #877
Well, really more of a bus driver report...
I went to lunch in Potrero Hill with my coworkers today, and as we were finishing our food a familiar figure walked in to the restaurant.
It was my favorite driver, he of the dark glasses, lovely white-teeth smile, and his ever-present cap.
I slid off my stool and walked over, said, "Driver!" because though I think I know his name, I just wasn't sure.
My coworker, who also loves this driver (though it took us a while to realize we had the same favorite), joined me and we chatted with our favorite bus pilot for a few minutes. He hugged us and we told him we missed seeing him, and he told us he missed us too and that he was now driving at a different time of day, and had started driving an additional route as well.
It was great to see him.
See you soon, we told him.
And he smiled that friendly smile and went to order his lunch.
I went to lunch in Potrero Hill with my coworkers today, and as we were finishing our food a familiar figure walked in to the restaurant.
It was my favorite driver, he of the dark glasses, lovely white-teeth smile, and his ever-present cap.
I slid off my stool and walked over, said, "Driver!" because though I think I know his name, I just wasn't sure.
My coworker, who also loves this driver (though it took us a while to realize we had the same favorite), joined me and we chatted with our favorite bus pilot for a few minutes. He hugged us and we told him we missed seeing him, and he told us he missed us too and that he was now driving at a different time of day, and had started driving an additional route as well.
It was great to see him.
See you soon, we told him.
And he smiled that friendly smile and went to order his lunch.
posted by Rachel at 7:09 PM
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