To the bus rriver of the number one on Sunday morning: You saw me running and stopped at the next stop and patiently waited for me to run almost an entire block to get to you. I was nowhere near the bus stop and yet you waited. You made my entire day and I told you that you rocked but it didn’t seem quite enough. Thanks for being so gracious and considerate of my last-minute ways!!! Bus drivers like you are what make riding public transit an enjoyable experience. So thanks again Mr. Bus Driver, you rock my socks off. —Desperate Pink Runner
This article appears in Aug 16-22, 2012.