It was an early afternoon on the 50. We'd just pulled in to the NETC about 10 minutes down, so I was looking to do a stop & drop and book it back on the road asap. When we get down that much, we're picking up passengers waiting for the next bus, so there was a good number of folks waiting to board. The whole transition went smooth, I closed the doors and checked to make sure the coast was clear to pull out. Then I saw her. A runner. Rather, a woman trying her best to run toward the bus. A plump middle-aged woman with freshly styled short blond hair, she was putting her best foot forward. She was within range, her effort was heroic, so we held the bus for her.
Gasping for air as she boarded, I suggested she catch her breath as she confirmed she had a pass. We pulled out before the rest of Pompano descended upon us. There must not have been any seats available, because she stayed up front supporting herself against the luggage shelf.
"Whew! I quit smoking 8 weeks ago after smoking 43 years, started when I was 8 or 9. I promised my mom on her deathbed that I'd quit."
You're a lucky woman to have a mom looking out for you like that at the end.
"Yeah, she was a smart one. She also said I should quit my husband, so I did that too."
Sometimes it's just time to move on.
"Out with the old, in with the new!"
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