Gorgeous fall day. 8:10am.
I board the crosstown bus.
Standing room only. The bus driver has blocked the pay box. I’m not sure if it’s broken, she’s doing it
to speed up passenger entry, or she’s in a good mood and wants to please her
riders.
The driver has a deep
melodious voice. “Keep moving to the
back. This is going to be a very filled
bus,” she announces. We all obey. Every seat is taken and every bit of
available floor space is covered with feet.
We approach a stop. The bus driver calls out, “Since no one has
pushed the stop request button, I assume
no one wants to get off. So I’m going to
skip this stop. I think there are
enough passengers on this bus already. What do you think,” she asks. Not used to being spoken to by the bus
driver, no one responds. “Hey.
Am I the only one alive on this bus?” she calls out.
A lot of faces light up with smiles. It’s
a nice way to start the day.
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