Short Bus

The cool kids of Bernards High School took the train; I took the bus - the short bus with the long line of trainee drivers. First came George, who routinely pulled out in front of ‘Toys R Us’ trucks and listened to “Sweet Dreams” by the Eurythmics on a loop. Next, the good-humored lady who was immune to the boys’ constant screeches and bellows and referred to us as “youse guys”. After that, the hispanic woman, who ate cut fruit from tupperware in the glove compartment while listening to trashy morning radio shows. We endured them all, and they endured us.