Adventures in riding the Bus.
Feb. 9th, 2011 01:37 pmSo one of the joys of riding the bus is that you start to recognise not only the fellow passengers, but the bus drivers. And they recognise you.
Twice in the past month, drivers have waited because they knew that I would be there. Which is awesome and love.
Two Saterdays ago, I caught the 8 from the far east side of town... And got the driver who I usually catch on the 34 route heading home. We ended up having a nice talk about hiking places around Tucson. I recommended Agua Caliente to him.
Then on Sunday, caught Logan, the guy who I catch on the 8 going to work in the mornings, on the 3 to go hang out with
swordmage and
reynier. Had a great time talking and laughing with him, when suddenly (randomly) we had to switch busses. Which is when this tiny skinny little elderly gentleman in a giant motorcycle helmet stopped to thank me for being 'vivacious'.
Which is the first time I've ever been called that, but really cool. #^^#
But Logan told me when his last run was and I told him I'd either be there... or I was homemade eating cinnamon rolls with friends and would catch a ride home. Ended up catching a ride home.
So last week was blistery cold, and I drove to work on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. On Thursday, I passed the bus... and Logan was driving. So after passing back-and-forth a few times, I waved and he spotted me.
And when I passed him the final time before the turn, he'd opened his driver's window and hand his hand out, fingers waggling in 'gimme'.
-Got to talk to him on the bus today. He wanted to know where his cinnamon roll was. ^__________^
Twice in the past month, drivers have waited because they knew that I would be there. Which is awesome and love.
Two Saterdays ago, I caught the 8 from the far east side of town... And got the driver who I usually catch on the 34 route heading home. We ended up having a nice talk about hiking places around Tucson. I recommended Agua Caliente to him.
Then on Sunday, caught Logan, the guy who I catch on the 8 going to work in the mornings, on the 3 to go hang out with
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Which is the first time I've ever been called that, but really cool. #^^#
But Logan told me when his last run was and I told him I'd either be there... or I was homemade eating cinnamon rolls with friends and would catch a ride home. Ended up catching a ride home.
So last week was blistery cold, and I drove to work on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. On Thursday, I passed the bus... and Logan was driving. So after passing back-and-forth a few times, I waved and he spotted me.
And when I passed him the final time before the turn, he'd opened his driver's window and hand his hand out, fingers waggling in 'gimme'.
-Got to talk to him on the bus today. He wanted to know where his cinnamon roll was. ^__________^