Dear 8:12 am Bus Driver

When we first met a few weeks ago, I didn't care for you too much. I decided that you are one of those big burly Boston men who isn't particularly friendly. Plus you smoke more than a chimney. (I'm pretty certain that you smoke on the bus, too, right before I get on it - causing me to show up to work every day feeling like I've just put away a pack of Marlboros.) Also, I decided that your driving is a little bit out of control, and I've wondered on more than one occasion if I would make it off the bus alive.

However, I think my feelings have begun to change. Your reckless driving is sort of an impressive feat to watch when we speed past three other buses on the MassPike, almost in a mocking fashion. I can't believe I actually made it to work by 8:25 last week. Also, you didn't mind too much when I gave you an attitude because you thought I was a dumb blonde girl who didn't know how to add cash to my Charlie Card (which I pretty much have down to a science by now, thank you very much). And this morning, the way you pulled right in front of that other bus because it was running late and holding us back - thus cutting it off completely and making it even later - was downright hardcore. I have never seen such a thing in all my time as a passenger! (By the way, you very nearly hit that bus while you were pulling around it. How did you even get a license?)

Sorry to say that you are not my FAVORITE bus driver of all time -- that still belongs to Mr. 6:40 who I met last fall, even though he no longer drives my route. He always waited very patiently while I fumbled for my Charlie card, and he asked me about my weekend, and while his driving was fast, it usually didn't cause me to wonder on a regular basis whether I would end up as roadkill.

But hey, you are growing on me. I mean, if nothing else, I have decided hold off on calling the Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority to report you for causing me to inhale a busload of poisonous secondhand smoke every morning.

I'm glad we can be friends.

Cheers,

Your 8:12 am Passenger