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Good People
Oct. 2nd, 2018 07:21 pmI've said before that I find the people of my adopted hometown to be, in general, very nice.
Today, on the second and final bus-leg of my trip home, I was nodding a bit - struggling, with limited success, to stay awake. It takes a fair amount of attention to catch the right moment to pull the buzzer. As it happened, I had regained a measure of consciousness as we approached the moment. As I did so, an oldish woman who is often on the same buses as I alerted me to the fact that my stop was approaching, and added that she had been prepared to awaken me if necessary.
Good people. She and I occasionally talk, but don't have much in common, and she talks to other people much more often. But she knows where I get off, and is ready to help me do so.
Today, on the second and final bus-leg of my trip home, I was nodding a bit - struggling, with limited success, to stay awake. It takes a fair amount of attention to catch the right moment to pull the buzzer. As it happened, I had regained a measure of consciousness as we approached the moment. As I did so, an oldish woman who is often on the same buses as I alerted me to the fact that my stop was approaching, and added that she had been prepared to awaken me if necessary.
Good people. She and I occasionally talk, but don't have much in common, and she talks to other people much more often. But she knows where I get off, and is ready to help me do so.
