The life of an office temp can sometimes include "down time" - those blessed little un-paid vacations that allow you to do what you've been thinking of for weeks. You look out the window of the bus, your World Headquarters passing into the distance, and think "Oh, man I haven't washed those windows for over a month. Wish I had the time for that".
The assignment ends, and suddenly you have the time. Working frantically to "Git 'er done" before the phone rings again, "Hi, it's Emily with your next assignment!" So I was painting, spackling, carrying dropcloths and buckets across the street. Mid-block. (Don't judge me - It is my God-given right to jay-walk between my properties on my street. I don't need the government's interference with my street-crossing - I know that the big things on wheels should be avoided, or I begin life as a Street Pizza).
Looking across the street, I saw the Number 15 bus, my home away from home. The bus was pulling to a stop across the street. I looked in the driver's window - it was Al's bus. And I realized - that bus has stopped for me. Al thought I was running late catching the bus, and he had stopped to let me on. Realizing what had just happened, I shook my head and waved him on. Al grinned and zoomed off toward downtown to take the less fortunate to work.
Did you think that such people as Al still walked the earth? Al isn't just collecting a paycheck from the transit authority, Al is taking people where they want to go. It's his job, and he's proud of the way he does it. God bless such people.
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