Yesterday while on my way to work, I got caught in the route 7 rush hour parking lot debacle. This is a big reconstruction and road widening project that has been going on for the last year or so in my neck of the woods. It's been crippling traffic for ages so this wasn't new. Time to sit back and have a sip of tea...
As I'm sat there looking around and enjoying the new spring air, identifying squeaks and rattles and day dreaming a little, I noticed a little kid looking at me from the back of the school bus that was in front. He must have been in 5th or 6th grade by the looks of it and probably just as bored as I was as we sat there waiting for the traffic to clear up.
I remember when I was that age and when things got slow, I'd start identifying cars from as far away as I could and perhaps imagine what it was like to go fast in them. I was little too...
So any ways, the little one made eye contact with me. I kind of smiled and the kid started a half-hearted wave in my direction. Giggling a bit, I wave back at him.
Well it was like a box of fire crackers went off inside the bus. Within seconds you could see the heads of about 10 or 15 kids bouncing up and down. All of them beaming from ear to ear. Hands waving franticly and faint voices of the children could be heard over the traffic.
It must have ruined that bus driver's morning.
When you're driving a slow, mostly ugly, clunky and definitely stinky 30+ year old truck around and little kids love it, you gotta be doing something right.
Just thought I'd share.
Cheers!
As I'm sat there looking around and enjoying the new spring air, identifying squeaks and rattles and day dreaming a little, I noticed a little kid looking at me from the back of the school bus that was in front. He must have been in 5th or 6th grade by the looks of it and probably just as bored as I was as we sat there waiting for the traffic to clear up.
I remember when I was that age and when things got slow, I'd start identifying cars from as far away as I could and perhaps imagine what it was like to go fast in them. I was little too...
So any ways, the little one made eye contact with me. I kind of smiled and the kid started a half-hearted wave in my direction. Giggling a bit, I wave back at him.
Well it was like a box of fire crackers went off inside the bus. Within seconds you could see the heads of about 10 or 15 kids bouncing up and down. All of them beaming from ear to ear. Hands waving franticly and faint voices of the children could be heard over the traffic.
It must have ruined that bus driver's morning.
When you're driving a slow, mostly ugly, clunky and definitely stinky 30+ year old truck around and little kids love it, you gotta be doing something right.
Just thought I'd share.

Cheers!
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