Bus Win*

I was on the phone with my mother, on my way out of my condo for the first time in 24 hours on account of being sick. Perhaps I wasn't quite ready to leave my illness coccoon, because I misplaced my bus pass within three minutes of finding it. My mother was waxing sentimental about how similar my cousin and I looked, and how sweet it was that my cousin had the same large ribcage as I did (something my cousin had shared when she'd been in Seattle trying on wedding dresses.) Finally, with one minute before the bus came, I told my mom I needed to call her back.

I finally found my pass in the pocket of my sweater, which I was wearing underneath my poofy down jacket. Sick and weak, I ran from my place to the bus stop, thinking I didn't have a chance in hell. I saw the bus two blocks away, then one, from my vantage point on the hill I was running down. Then, only a parking lot and an intersection away, I saw it reach my stop. I kept running, banging on the crosswalk button. The bus started peeling away just as the sign changed. I waved my arms, but the bus was already pulling out. Then, it stopped! I rounded the bus' corner and the kindest-looking white-haired bus driver said "Hey! Saw you back there! Glad ya made it!" When was the last time that happened to anyone??

*Perhaps not the most interesting bus story, but, it's time to get this blog going again! Allez!