Tweets I Never Sent

I was going to tweet this morning--not like the early bird that catches the worm, but on Twitter, but then, as I was punching my pithy yet profound thoughts into my Blackberry, the a message popped up suggesting that I upgrade to the new improved Twitter. I thought--hell, why not? What else am I doing on the bus? I have time to upgrade AND tweet, and I'll be all current with the technology and shit.

This was not true, however. Upgrading literally took half of one bus trip and all of the other, and most of the walk to work, and I'll tell ya, these days, there is no time to be tweeting at work.

So what I was about to say, before I was interrupted, was that today I saw the bus-driver-who-never-smiles...smile.

Since this is a different venue from Twitter, I think I'll elaborate, and say that the driver of the bus that arrives at my stop at 8:08 AM, which, despite my best efforts, is the bus I end up on most frequently, never smiles. She also never talks, and pretty much avoids eye contact. It's not a spaced out vibe. It's a "Honey, I know you're there, doesn't mean I have to look at you" vibe.

Each morning I get on the bus, usually out of breath from having run for a block alongside it to the stop, which I know she must see. I'm not running behind the bus, I'm racing it to the stop, since the only place it can stop is at the stop, and then there's no waiting for some pedestrian just because she's running and waving her arms. But whatever. Each morning I pay, with my TAP card--she doesn't take kindly to people who have to count their change at the pay stand. Each morning I say something like "hi" or "good morning." She never answers--just looks straight ahead. One say I said, "I like your bracelet."

She stopped wearing jewelry.

Today though, at a stop light, I looked at her face in the rearview mirror, and she was SMILING. Teeth were showing. And then she was waving, looking in a direction that was not straight ahead even. I craned my head to look out the window as we drove away. It was a toddler, waving.

The busdriver caught me catching her smiling in the mirror and she looked pissed. She looked straight ahead again.

But a few minutes later, two kids and their mom got off the bus, using the front doors. SHE SMILED AT THEM, TOO.

She likes kids, apparently. Enough to smile at them.

Not much to do with this information though.

Except maybe tweet it.