A bus was approaching as I reached the corner. It was after dark, and I have to cross a semi-busy street -- with the aid of a crosswalk-- to get to my stop. Seeing the bus coming started my adrenaline going a little, but I hesitated at the curb -- I wanted that bus, but not enough to cause an accident! But cars began stopping for me at the crosswalk.
The bus I wanted also stopped for me in this crosswalk. Yes! Once I saw that, my bus-catching instincts took over, and I sprinted across the rest of the street (traffic was stopped and there was no chance I'd startle any motorists) and ran up to the stop.
Plenty of time! I got on the bus, panting but pleased. The driver gave me a quick surprised look, but I didn't know why.
He told me why a minute later, after we were all in our seats. "That was a great run, back there!" he said. He even turned to look at me, grinning. I said, "Me?" And he said, "Yeah! I thought you were fourteen!"
Fourteen??
I laughed and said that seeing a bus pull up took me back to middle school when I had to run for a school bus. I didn't tell him that my ability to run at all is limited to short bus-catching sprints. And yes, it was after dark.
But hey! FOURTEEN! Ha! What about that?!
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