BUS STORY # 138 (Elliott’s Bus Story # 2)

My friend and coworker, Elliott,* is telling me about his ride into work yesterday morning.

“You know Ted,* the blind guy who rides the second bus every morning?”

“Sure, I know Ted,” I reply.

“You know, he always catches the bus at the same corner every morning. Well, this morning, the bus is stopped on the other side of the street for the light. So when the light changes, the driver goes on through the intersection, then just goes sailing right on by him. I mean, there’s Ted standing there waiting and whoosh! the bus is gone, man.”

“You’re kidding!”

I am genuinely shocked.

“So why didn’t you say something?”

He laughs.

“We all did, all at the same time.”

Elliott goes on to describe how the bus pulled over immediately, and how the supervisor riding with the driver jumped off the bus and ran back to where Ted was standing and escorted him to the bus.

“When they got on the bus, everybody cheered.”

I’m feeling good now. And I am wondering . . .

“Hey, Elliott, was the driver a young guy? There’s a new driver on the route.”

I’m thinking that would explain why the driver didn’t recognize Ted and why he missed the stop and why there was a supervisor on board this morning.

Elliott smiles and says, “Well, now, young man, most of the drivers look like young guys to me.”

I laugh appreciatively. Elliott is a year younger than me. For the rest of the day, Elliott’s story makes me smile every time I think about it. A good bus story can make your day. My day, anyway.

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*Real name changed.