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click here to return to contents The Bus Driver The week has brought lots of wonderful sunshine and some cooler days here in the Big Apple. I had quite an interesting experience on the bus while going to an appointment yesterday. The busses were running poorly so on every major bus stop almost thirty or forty people were boarding. (Normally there are about 10 that get on at each stop.) I found myself thinking that we were just like cattle being herded to our destinations, stressing out over the idea that I was going to be late for my appointment. I had given my seat to an elderly blind man. He was agitated as well. I shared my image of the herded cattle and we laughed. All of a sudden, the bus driver began calling out the names of the avenues as we approached them. His voice bellowed out as if he was a tour guide. This is not usual for a NYC bus driver. The whole bus broke out into laughter at the joy the driver was spreading to us. At a time when the driver knew how stressed out all the passengers were, he humored us through his pride and bright outlook which he was passing on to us as a part of his job. As the passengers got off at their stop, I could hear each one thank him for his wonderful attitude, wishing him a nice day. COPYRIGHTED GAIL R. MITCHELL 9/30/1999
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