I’ve been slowly but surely chipping away at the iron-clad defenses of my bus driver. I don’t always catch the same bus every day, mind you, but often enough that I see one particular driver a few mornings a week.
The first few times I hopped his bus, I’d say my brightest, cheeriest good morning only to be met with a grunt — perhaps a quick nod if he was really bubbly.
He wears his reflective sunglasses like a shield to protect him from the hordes of demanding passengers — can’t say as I blame him.
But day by day I’ve spotted signs of a thaw. First, he replaced the squint with a mumbled “Mornin’.” It may have been delivered in a stony monitone but at least it involved using multiple syllables.
Soon after, when I’d thank him as I got off, he started saying ‘Uh huh” … definite progress.
But today was the clincher, he actually pushed the shades to the top of his head, looked me in the eye and said “Good morning” before I could get out a single word. I almost dropped my token.
Guess it is true … good things do come to those who wait….
P.S. Here’s a song that mentions that very thought. Enjoy!