Bus Report #1095

Yesterday afternoon I booked it to the bus, and had the good fortune to catch it without having to speedwalk or break into a run. The driver? A familiar face, our old friend Keith.

"Haven't seen you in ages," he said, grinning.

"Hey, good to see you," I told him. "What's new? What's the gossip?"

He smiled again and told me of his recent travels to Japan, then said "otherwise, not a whole lot."

The bus was virtually empty and I settled into a seat near the back. We didn't stop much and never filled up which I took to mean we were tailgating another bus, but no.

As we approached McAllister Keith announced it would be the last stop, that we'd have to get out and get on the bus right behind him. 

Okay, then.

We all deboarded at McAllister (I waved and shouted my goodbyes) and transferred to another 22 Fillmore moments later.