Bus Report #895
Yesterday afternoon, a misty and weirdly warm ride home on the 38.
At Park Presidio a man got on the bus and the driver handed him a wallet. The man shook the driver's hand.
"Thanks, man, I really appreciate it, you're a lifesaver," he said. "What's your name? I'm Dave."
The driver shook the man's hand and introduced himself, though I could not hear his reply.
The man clapped the driver on the shoulder, thanked him again, and got out the bus.
A tourist couple sitting in the front of the bus smiled at each other. "That's really nice," said the woman in the couple.
And it was.
At Park Presidio a man got on the bus and the driver handed him a wallet. The man shook the driver's hand.
"Thanks, man, I really appreciate it, you're a lifesaver," he said. "What's your name? I'm Dave."
The driver shook the man's hand and introduced himself, though I could not hear his reply.
The man clapped the driver on the shoulder, thanked him again, and got out the bus.
A tourist couple sitting in the front of the bus smiled at each other. "That's really nice," said the woman in the couple.
And it was.
posted by Rachel at 12:59 PM
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you have a lovely blog. thanks for writing!
Thank you so much, Rachel.
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