Friday, February 3, 2017
We finished the trip behind schedule but just in time for the next trip south, and things got back to normal. That meant a steady pace of 30 mph lest we run hot. It was now mid-morning and Saturday service is more frequent than weekdays since the Breeze isn't running to share the passengers, but I still take pride in keeping to the schedule. With so many connections along the route, I try to do my part in the system.
On this trip one of my fellow bus operators boarded with his young son, out doing errands. Other than passing each other at the garage, bus time is one of the best times for drivers to socialize. He stood up front and we talked shop. I'd been calling out stops all morning since the automatic announcer wasn't working, and saw no reason to stop just because he was there. The laughter this provoked was a reminder that not all drivers like to call out stops. For me, it is yet another delight to call out familiar streets and let everyone know where we are.
At Oakland Park, I helped a middle-age man put his bike on the rack. He had a mountain of totes and bags to load, so it was more to speed up the process and get moving again. At the end of the line, he remembered to take all his stuff off the bus, but forgot to take his bike; it would stay on the rack the rest of this shift.
In Margate, a young lady with contagious smile boarded, her soft and bright yellow blouse complementing the sunny day. Always with a cheery disposition, catchy tunes play low on her device.
Back at Lauderhill, a woman in her Sunday best came up to me as I exited the bus to stretch. She and some others were taking a break from church service to pass out reading material and invite folks to their Seventh Day Adventist meeting nearby.
"See the pinnacle over there?" she invited by way of a question, pointing to the modest steeple.