One rides for free

This morning I skated fast up to the bus at the stop, only to be denied by the mean driver who pulled away from the curb. I stopped waving my board and slammed it to the ground. Crap! Nothing to but play the new Money Mark on my iPod. It's sad but thoughtful and gorgeous--a good way to soften the anger while soaking in the sun's rays.

When the next bus arrived 15 minutes later, I was already in a better mood. Then when I pulled out my token to drop and reached for the box, it turned out to be covered by the driver's coat. It must have been busted, and he waved me on.

No one rides for free, but I did today because of the first driver's lameness.