Yesterday morning I boarded the 8:15 bus, not my usual but I catch it occasionally. After I settled in my seat, the woman behind me tapped on my shoulder. You know, she said, this is the bus driver who doesn't take Ivy Lane on the way in, even though he's supposed to. I was a little flabbergasted. This woman knows where my usual stop is, even though I don't usually take this bus? Well, it's too hot for you to walk, she said. I told her it's fine, my office building is on the corner and it's really no difference whether I walk from the Ivy Lane stop or the Cherrywood Lane stop.
As the bus approached Cherrywood Lane, the driver did not pull into the right-turn lane but instead continued on the straight and narrow path to Ivy Lane. I could feel a glow of satisfaction from my new friend sitting behind me. I guess he got the message, she said.
Today I'm on the 8:15 and the seat in front of the solicitous woman is empty again and I swing into it and wish her a good morning. And once again, the bus driver does the right thing and drops me off on Ivy Lane. Two days in a row. I catch a glimpse of my friend through the window as the bus pulls away. She is happy.
I stroll up the shady sidewalk and walk behind and around a car waiting to pull out of the parking lot. The driver calls out to me, You walkin' real good there, aintcha baby? He's noticed my cowboy boots.
As the bus approached Cherrywood Lane, the driver did not pull into the right-turn lane but instead continued on the straight and narrow path to Ivy Lane. I could feel a glow of satisfaction from my new friend sitting behind me. I guess he got the message, she said.
Today I'm on the 8:15 and the seat in front of the solicitous woman is empty again and I swing into it and wish her a good morning. And once again, the bus driver does the right thing and drops me off on Ivy Lane. Two days in a row. I catch a glimpse of my friend through the window as the bus pulls away. She is happy.
I stroll up the shady sidewalk and walk behind and around a car waiting to pull out of the parking lot. The driver calls out to me, You walkin' real good there, aintcha baby? He's noticed my cowboy boots.
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