Today is one of those days where once again I am in love with humanity. Just take a look! See all those weirdos out there? One of them is me – and, quite possibly, you.
Said with love, of course.
It was the bus driver that set off Tuesday’s love affair – which sounds far more interesting than it actually is. Me and the bus driver? Nah. While I enjoy his sparkling black eyes and the way his belly lays in his lap, he’s not for me; and I think we both know that now.
But enough about our ill-fated love! This isn’t about The Bus Driver and The Sleepless Writer! (That’s more of a weekend blog, don’t you think?) This is about the bus driver and the woman who ran four blocks to catch the bus this morning – and the fact that, once alerted by the shouting passengers, he actually pulled over and waited for her.
Poor thing. There she was, a young woman in seasonally inappropriate glitter-gold shoes, running with a determination rarely shown amongst the young nowadays. The gold shoes ate up the pavement stride by stride and I found myself rooting for the gal in the fancy slippers.
When she finally got to the bus, she gasped a “thank you” to the driver and proceeded to cough until she gagged. Poor dolly! The cold, damp air of a Minnesota morning is not for everyone. If she had looked up, she would’ve seen her fellow commuters, smiling, relieved. Despite the morning's late start, she had caught up and was now back on track and somehow we all felt better. I think that's wonderful, even if she did sacrifice a lung to do it.
Starting out late is no way to live, and yet I did it myself just the other day. Appears my own bus left Saturday, when I'd missed a lunch date with a friend I hadn't seen since high school. It was only her message to me via Facebook this morning that made me realize what had happened.
That's a big bus to chase, having stood someone up.
But if she'll pull over, I'll keep running.
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