The driver on my morning bus is named Oscar. He's got at least four kids, is around 60 years old.(if I heard correctly), and has been driving for RTD for 28 years. He's a nice guy, and obviously enjoys meeting people on the job. I wonder how (or if) he deals with taciturn or hostile wretches (not that I want to see it, it's just idle curiosity)
Evening commute was uneventful, but the walk to the (air-conditioned) station was
hot - The Weather Channel app on my phone said 86 degrees, but it felt a
lot hotter than that... I'd bet that the A/C is slightly less expensive during the summer months, what with the station being underground.
I didn't think to write about it yesterday, but I was amused (maybe disturbed) by the number of people who asked last night's driver if he was heading to the airport.
Really? The buses have these signs that say where they're going. The station that they presumably walked through to
get to the bus has a monitor at every gate,
plus half a dozen elsewhere (a minimum of two that you have to walk past) that show what buses are stopping at what gate, and where they're going. Apparently brain-space for reading was at a premium last night.
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