CHRIST! “8:45,” says the radio. Still shaving. It’ll be halfway up the Silver Strand already. Don’t rush, don’t rush. You’ll cut yourself. “Can you find my wallet!” I yell. I’m running round hauling trousers on. ...
I want to talk to a driver named Sid Bandak. The guy’s apparently one of those drivers passengers fall in love with. I hear he’s on the Number 41 bus. So I am hanging around the Fashion Valley stop, waiting for him.
Posted December 15, 1994
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