I was the last passenger to arrive and quickly slid into the remaining seat on the bus. The driver closed the door, check both side mirrors for traffic then pulled out of the driveway of Betty’s Shuttle Bus Service. Although It was an eight-passenger van, there were seven of us. The man behind me took up two seats. I wondered if he had paid for two, making the fifty-mile trip to the airport express, or if we would be topping along the way to pick up a finale passenger. The girl next to him, a Laura Dern lookalike, squirmed in her thin body staring out the window.
At 6:35 AM, the sun was just rising and promised a hot day.
In the way back was a teenager dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, plugged into his cell with an mostly empty backpack on his lap. Along side of him could be his girlfriend or sister. They pushed against each other with their arms in a familiar but not too happy manner. The passengers in the middle seat, significantly older, could be a couple; a man and woman about the same age looking like each other.
No one spoke as the radio blared Kenny Rogers’ song, “Know When to Hold Them.”
However, heads began to shake disapprovingly with a news report of President Donald Trump’s latest tweet. The lead in; Trump lashes out again at Morning Joe host.
The elderly man in the middle seat removed his Yankee baseball cap, scratched his head, and turned to the woman along side of him, “What is wrong with that man?” he asked.
She crossed her arms around her thick waist and gave her breasts a supportive boost, “I don’t even know what a tweet is, but I’m embarrassed for him.”
“He’s a bully!” The Laura Dern lookalike stated emphatically.
The man taking up two seats wiped rolling down beads of sweat from his brow with a dirty cloth handkerchief with a grunt.
The kid way back removed his ear buds and called out, “Dudes, Trump’s cool, that’s what people do, no worries.”
I rummaged through my tote bag looking for nothing.
. . . . Seriously Just Saying