I walked The long way down to The bus station. Down king St. to The square turning down queen.. The longest semi made was trying to turn on king. Couldn’t make it. He had to BA,k up on line. A big guy on The side walk was directing tragic for him. “come on back trucker man”, he yelled. Tapping me on The shoulder he laughed jolly, and moved down The sidewalk.
Down king The army of hard hats, where setting up to give The buildings a face lift. An effort to move The poor farther away,I think.
It’s chilly ,I seek out each ray of morning sun I can. Got to The station before The bus. My worker is there. She gets there way to early. Her husband is waiting either. I think because her fellow worker is not with her this morning.
The bus comes within a minute The call for 745 comes, The driver starts to pull out. He gets notice of a transfer coming . The bus stops and waits. To long 3 minutes, he pulls away any way.
The ride now resembles The bus in Harry potter, we are running behind….holding on.
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