|
|
|
February 21st, 2007
09:58 am - Lovely ride
In the early morning hours, waiting for the bus, it can be a dreary, soul-crushing experience. It can be dark. It can be cold. It can be raining. Even on mornings as lovely as this one it can be a drag to stand on the corner hoping the bus will arrive soon.
When I got on the bus this morning, that all changed. A cheerful, smiling black woman wished me a very heart-felt good morning. She proceeded to do the same to everyone that came aboard. There was something in how she addressed everyone that made me feel like she really meant it. She wanted everyone to have a good morning.
As I sat in my seat and watched new passengers get on, it was amazing to see the transformation. People smiled. Their eyes lit up. Even bleary college students were infected with the driver's enthusiasm and cheer.
As I got off the bus I thanked her for an enjoyable ride. She told me to pass it on.
Current Mood:  cheerful
|
I'm always torn in situations like that. You never quite know: Is this just a nice person being friendly? Or somebody who's not quite right and will follow it up by saying strange things or take their pants off without being asked. I've experienced it both ways. ![[User Picture]](https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/26794803/53954) | | From: |  jbru |
|---|
| Date: | February 21st, 2007 06:11 pm (UTC) |
|---|
| | | (Link) |
|
I see your point. Though, as the driver I don't lend much credance to the pants coming off. My 8:10 driver wishes everyone a bright and chipper "good morning". We all mumble back at him, take a seat and stare blankly, rather, bleakly, out the window, refusing to make eye contact with anyone else.
The 8:02 driver doesn't speak. I don't think he knows english. He doesn't even really care if you have fare. This is how we like it.
But we're in the suburbs. We're a different breed. | | From: | jbru |
|---|
| Date: | February 21st, 2007 06:34 pm (UTC) |
|---|
| | | (Link) |
|
Nah, wait for that Lush store she was talking about yesterday.... ooo ooo ooo I've had a woman as a bus driver like that (maybe even the same one) She was awesome. She used to drive nights in St Paul and would occasionally break into song. |
|
|
|
|
LiveJournal.com |
