Well, not really, but it was snowing when I decided to give me a break and take the bus to school this morning instead of riding my bike. And I'm so glad I did.
To tell you the truth, I'm having a little trouble adjusting from California weather to Seattle. At least, I'm a little weird, and the weather is what I choose to blame it on.
So it felt like a gift to get on the #5 this morning, and hear my name called. It was my neighbor Olga, who came and found me and stood up to chat all the way to her stop. I needed that friendly contact.
Then I transferred to the #2, not really the right bus, but it would mean I got a little walk in before meeting my students. The bus was full of people who were heading for, I don't know, a methadone program? Lots of talk about how the cops behave in Philly and Camden and how Seattle people don't know how lucky they are and you can walk around at 3 am in complete safety, except of course for that one time one of them got shot. I was sharing my seat with a man who is 53, adjacent to one 61, and the guy across the aisle maybe 37. I wasn't hearing any f-words, for a change.
And then I did.
This is when I enjoy being old. And of course I look pretty school-marmish with my glasses. So I just piped right up and said to the guy, "That's the first time I've heard any bad language from you, and I was enjoying it so much."
"I apologize, ma'am," he said.
And we all said a friendly "have a good day" when they got off the bus.
You know, I miss the bus.
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