I know this bus like I know the walk from my bedroom to the kids room in the middle of the night. I know that when I hand the driver 100 shekels, I need to turn my hand just so for the change - the crisp new 50, the worn 20, and the 5 shekel coin that winks silver. I know the driver will always smile and say ahlan motek, may you be healthy. I know this bus like I know my own moods, and the rhythm of my feelings. So when its late - and its NEVER late - I worry. I dont assume the driver stopped for a smoke off of highway 40. No, these are tense times, these are dark times, these are times when you check the news to see if pieces of your late bus and the people in it are splayed all over the road. And when the late bus finally rolls to its stop, 13 1/2 minutes late when its never late, I think twice before I get on.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 08:09:09 +0000
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