Drivers

[stoutfellow]

There was one good thing about the trip home in last night's bitter weather. When I have a late class, as I do MW this semester, I take the #17 to the downtown station, and then have about a ten-minute wait for the #19, which takes me the rest of the way. Last night, after I walked to the #19 bay, I heard someone call, "Hey, professor!" It was the driver of the #7, whose bay is adjacent. As I walked over, I recognized him; he used to drive the #19, and there were many evenings when I was his only passenger. He's the talkative sort of driver, so he knows me. He said that I could wait aboard his bus, in the warm, until my bus came. I accepted the offer happily.

(This isn't uncommon; I've gotten similar offers from other drivers in bad weather.)

(The nasty part of the trip home came after I got off the #19. It's three or four blocks from the stop to my house, and... well, the walk was unpleasant. I'll say no more about that.)