Friday, April 9, 8:30 a.m.
The #18 came, I got on… little did I know I’d dropped my work ID/security pass thingy as I boarded. You grabbed it, stopped the driver and passed it to her. She called out my name (I felt really cool at that point) and returned it to me. I shouted thanks out the closing bus door, but you were on your way. You saved me hours of bureaucratic grief. You rule.—Dropper of ID
This article appears in Apr 8-14, 2010.