My first day on the bus left me anxious and nervous, not unlike the first day of school. I gathered everything I would need: my lunch for the day and money for the bus. I headed out the door, walked to the stop and waited for my bus to arrive at 8:07am.
Right on cue, the bus showed up, I pulled out my $1.50 and waited my turn to board. I was delayed by a family exiting the bus. A mother with 2 children under 4 was exiting the bus. Stroller under arm, drink in hand, cell phone tucked in the crook of her head, the mother chatted away while getting off the bus. Her older child crawled down the stairs, but the youngest, a girl maybe about 2 couldn't make it down the stairs. But her mother, too busy talking and juggling, couldn't really pick her up either. After a few struggles which led to the girl crying, the bus driver got out of her seat, picked up the child and handed her down to mother, all the while lecturing the mother about the importance about exiting the bus quickly, getting off the phone and handling her children as a mother should.
Welcome to the bus, Route 11, a no nonsense route.
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