We were on the M60, after getting off the Metro North train at 125th on our way back from the coming back from the Botanical Garden a few days ago. Three people boarded at one stop, two young girls -- maybe 8 and 10 -- and their mother. None of them paid and the Law and Order Me began silently harrumphing. Until I noticed the two girls, who were sitting in the front long right side seat running along the aisle, watching the driver, giving small waves and smiles to him. He demonstrated the bus horn for them, a couple soft toots as he changed lanes or crossed an intersection, and then while stopped at a light asked, "How was your day?" By this time I'd figured it out; they were his little girls and wife. Still may have been scofflaws, of course, or maybe free rides for your family is one benny of being an MTA bus driver. But watching these little girls flirting with their dad and being so shyly proud that he was driving the bus, new job? or maybe the thrill of daddy driving never fades, kind of made my day. Contributed to making the driver's too as we got off in front and I said, "Nice family." He replied, "Thank you" and closed the door behind us. Got a schedule to keep up.
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Thanks, this made my day, too.
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