so,there i was,waiting at the bus-stop.

when she came sailing by.
my one time,
favourite,
female bus-driver.
she waved,
big smile.
i got a hard-on.
as if.

no seriously,
lovely woman,
really nice person.
seeing her used to be the highlight of my week.
i miss her.
often think of her.
and well,
she's still bus-driving.



whatever.
it was nice to see her.

would love to have known her better,
and then again,
maybe not.
i'm old enough to be her dad for ffs.