The temperature this morning was well below zero. The rooftops had frost, I was shivering uncontrollably, and I could see my breath as I waited for the bus.
The ticket lady opened her window and called me inside.
I happily obliged, walked in, and sat down (the ticket booth is simply an extension of her living room).
She handed me a nice steamy cup of tea, and we talked (as best as we could) until the bus arrived.
This world still has hope.
- Ken
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