Morning Rains and a Strange Bus Driver

We have a strange bus driver.

My roommate Shane and I generally take the same bus to work in the morning, and lately, one of the bus-drivers has proven to be a bizarre person to be around. This upswing in weirdness came with an unwelcome upswing in familiarity that coincided with my broken foot. He took pity on me because of my foot and gave me a certain degree of "special attention," namely making fun of me for moving more slowly than other people, and asking how the foot was.

Now that I don't wear a crutch anymore or walk more slowly than others, that leaves him with less to say. Instead, this bus driver just heartily greets me with the sickening "Buddy," which I assure you he did not earn. A few days ago he promised a present for everyone on the bus, and I recoiled in terror, thinking he was planning on giving out rufied snack cakes or something. Instead, the present was much less frightening, useful even, a new bus schedule.

This morning, the clouds are flirting with the concept of rain. It smells like it and the sky is perfectly gray. It's nice out though slightly warm and humid, and it smells like rain, one of my favorite smells.

Getting off the bus, Shane and I were drizzled on, but not drenched by rain.