Is there anything as comforting as a reliable ride
home? When in center city, either cold
and wet or hot and cranky, weighted with shopping bags, I feel safe when the
mighty 33 bus pulls up to my stop. My
ride. The 33 is a double bus with an
accordion middle. I love when I get the driver who asks, “Did you buy something
for me?” I never tire of her same old kind and wonderful jokes.
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