(In order to understand why this post matters, you’ll have to read my previous entry, “The Dash for the 12 Bus.”)
It was my turn for Breakfast Friday at work this morning. And, boy, was I late. On my way from my house to South Square, I dashed in front of a stopped bus. I caught eyes with the bus driver: Pink hair, big smile. I stopped. She LAAAUUUGHED and so I did.
“YOU STILL RUNNIN’!!”
I waved goodbye and sped off.
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ahhhh!
this is A M A Z I N G !
Comment by genOHvieve — September 28, 2008 @ 5:25 pm