Bus Report #1077

 I waited for the 33 this morning, in the dark. 

Just as the bus came into view, a woman sprinted to the corner and looked like she was going to try to get across the street before the bus arrived.

I called out, "stop, don't," in case she hadn't seen it, but luckily she was only running to make the 33.

"I was thinking I'd have to knock you to safety," I told her.

"I just needed to make this bus," she replied, breathing hard.

"I'd have held it for you," I said.

We got in and settled into our seats.

There were more commuters today, still just a handful the entire ride.

At Bryant the woman disembarked, waving to me as she went.