The Suburban had stopped, rightfully, because the bus was flashing his lights and had its side STOP sign extended. Apparently, the trucker couldn’t stop in time. This could have resulted in a serious accident, but there was very little damage to the Chevy and none to the truck. They must have tapped very lightly.
The drivers, two guys in their forties or fifties, got out of their respective vehicles and started yelling at each other. The truck driver was wearing a Bluetooth headset, which led me to believe that he had been on the phone when the incident occurred.
I realized at this point that I had forgotten something, so I went back inside for a few minutes. When I came back out, the truck, the Chevy, and the school bus were all gone. I guess the drivers must have agreed that the light damage did not warrant involving the authorities. Perhaps some cash changed hands.
I walked briskly to the subway station, as I was now running a little behind schedule. When I got downstairs, I checked the sign and saw that they next train would be arriving in six minutes. A pretty young woman with long blond hair dashed past me, swiped her card through the turnstile, and raced down another flight of stairs to the track level. I guess she failed to notice the sign indicating that she had six minutes to spare.
The train was fairly full but not overly crowded, as rush hour had not yet reached its peak. Unfortunately, an indigent person was sleeping on one of the seats of the car that I boarded. His wheelchair was parked in the doorway, and he did not smell very good. It wasn’t the horrific, vomit inducing odor that one sometimes encounters in these situations, but it was bad enough to convince me to switch cars at the next station. Luckily, the train ran swiftly, and I arrived at the office without further incident or delay.
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