I was walking down hill in a little blizzard of flurries, hoping someone would drive by and take pity on me, when a bus stopped along the curb. The driver opened the door and asked, “Wanna ride?” I thought it was a little strange that a bus would hail a passenger, but, with snowflakes making friends with my contact lenses every second or so, I was in no position to argue. I got on the bus and sat down; it was completely empty.
“I ride up and down Hill everyday,” the driver said, “but no one ever rides my bus.” He told me that it went to some building by the mall. “I see people walking in the cold, but I can’t pick them all up.”
The bus was warm and I got nice and toasty.
He dropped me off at Green street.
“Maybe we’ll do it again one day,” he said.
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