Whenever I’m coming home from my run, and see the crosstown bus waiting at the light on Fifth, I wave to the bus driver. Why? Oh I don’t know, it’s the pup in me I guess, who’s happy and friendly waggin’ her tail.
Sometimes he’ll wave back, sometimes not.
One morning around 6 a.m., I was on my way to catch the bus, realizing I had forgotten my wallet, forced to run back home. When I ran back, the bus had already turned the corner on 86th and 5th. Damn, I thought, now I’m going to be late.
I then see that it stopped before it made the turn through the Park.
Come to find out, the driver was waiting for me.
“Hop on,” he said, when I got there.
“But I didn’t stamp my MTA card,” something required from a machine before getting on the bus.
“No worries,” he said. “This one’s on me for all those nice waves you give me.”
Let me say, it takes a lot to surprise me these days, but that just put me right over the moon, that coincidentally, was still out, like a great big lopsided smile. 🙂
This is dedicated to Frank, whose moon has always made mine shine a little brighter.