Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Tea with the Bus Stop Lady

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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