Hail To The Bus Driver, Part 2

(I take the bus from the north end of town to south to get to high school. I have one bus driver I get to know very well and he becomes sort of like a father figure to me. After I finish high school I don’t see him again… until the one night I go to our local Show and Shine car show. My mother and I are walking along and looking at the motorcycles when I stop and notice a familiar face; it is my bus driver! I walk over to say hi.)

Me: “Les! Hey… do you remember me?”

Bus Driver: “Remember you?! Of course I do, darling; how could I forget you? How’re you, sweetheart?”

(He gave me a hug and a huge smile and I can honestly say that I tried very hard not to cry. It’s hard to believe after all these years he remembered who I was. Made my week and I haven’t stopped smiling since.)