Tonight it was 38 degrees as I waited for the bus. I was kind of doing a little dance as it pulled up to keep warm and as I entered I saw the bus driver was a friendly old woman with a warm smile on her face. “You look cold, honey!” she said in a grandmotherly voice that made me feel like I was nine again. “I am!” I said in a sickly sweet child-like voice. “Well sit down and get cozy!” she cooed. I snuggled into my seat like a child with its blanket.
I was the only person on the bus so far. Usually we pick up a couple more people before my stop but tonight it was just me and my favorite new bus driver. She called out my stop, I rang the bell and she says, “Are you going to the Convention Center?” I tell her yes and she says she will drop me off there so I don’t have to cross the street. “Yay!’ I shout.
“Thank you!” I say still using baby talk as I exit. “You’re welcome sweetie,” she says.
It took me a few seconds after she pulled away to realize what a tool I had been. It was like I was under that Grandma’s spell! But it was my favorite bus ride in a long time.