Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Bus Report #1032

This morning I was early to the bus stop, but so was Paul so we got to talking.
He'd been nervous about passing his driver's test the other day, though he has licenses in several other countries. This was his third try.
"Good morning, how are you?" he asked.
"I'm fine, the question is, how are YOU?" I said, grinning.
He made a face. "Ah, yes, the test. I am.... I am great!"
"Yes!" I smiled and punched the air. "That's good news."

We talked about driving (he was shocked I don't have my license), and then he wondered what earthquakes were like, so we talked about those, too.

Time passed. Too much time. Another semi-regular, the kid with the skateboard, got fed up and got a Lyft.

A moment later, Annie pulled up in the 33, her only passenger the rude Russian woman.

At the next stop we picked up a handful of regulars, including the mom with the two sons. The older boy has to be almost 13 but he is still sweet with his mom and his younger brother, who is still one of the most beautiful kids I've ever seen. Beautiful and getting too big for his stroller. What will they do when he outgrows it?

By St. Mary's we took on a wheelchair passenger, a woman wearing a very long, very matted, auburn wig. She couldn't figure out how to set the chair brakes so Annie had to get up and help her. The woman proceeded to start brushing the very tangled wig as though it were real hair. a cloud of red hair already clogged the bristles.

It became obvious that the earlier bus had simply never shown up, as we took on more and more passengers. The giant genie.other regulars. In front of our bus, I saw one of the women who gets on by the old fire station hop into a Lyft.

The bus turned the corner onto Market and just as we straightened out, the little boy's stroller tipped and fell over sideways. Everyone - and I really mean everyone - gasped and three men rushed to help the mom pick the stroller back up. Annie pulled over.

The little boy wailed - it seemed to be more from shock than pain - and the mom and big brother checked to see if he was okay.

Annie came over, asking in English and then in Spanish if he was okay, if the mom wanted her to call an ambulance. The mom said he was okay.
"Segura?" Annie asked.
The mom nodded. "Yes, yes." She comforted her son, stroked his cheeks and hands and whispered to him as we continued on our way.
She looked up an I smiled at her. We've got you, I wanted to say. All of us, any time, we've got you.


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