Actually it’s the bus shelter on the New York side of said bridge.
There’s a lovely breeze blowing; the shelter’s shade keeps you from being blinded by the sun; if I had a deck chair, a book and a pitcher of ice tea I’d spend the day.
Okay, here’s the bus. There’s an absolutely chubblicious little girl of about 2 dancing with excitement – her mommy has let her hold the ticket receipt – it’s a big moment.
There’s one person who has no idea what bus they should be taking, and one person whose totally ticked off that the driver won’t make a special stop for them. Typical.
The woman next to me is curious about my phone. In general teens use the Sidekick, but it does a lot of what I need, so it’s my main phone.
Even rigged it out with ringtones & themes that I alternate.
Well, here’s my stop.
Til later.
Ta-Ta
My mother took my daughter, MyKiah, for a ride on the train once to experience what it was like. So, I can picture perfectly that little girl and her excitement holding that bus ticket. Interesting to see what people get upset over. I wouldn’t have let him off either if it weren’t a designated stop. I don’t think anyone would be curious about my phone as I have nothing fancy. It’s just the basics for me. Hope all is well. Have a great day. BTW, loving your blog.
you had verbaly snapshot the moment – I can see it. Somewhat like those a-day-in-a-life acrilic paintings.