Due to a lack of vehicular transport and the rising cost of fuel, I frequently take the bus when I need to go anywhere. I see those driver that day in and day out catch nothing but crap. If I had that kind of job I would quickly turn bitter and snide. A lot of them do get a bit of an attitude after a while on the job. Yesterday one guy talked on his cell phone the whole way. There is one driver on my regular route who has not succumbed. Carl comes across every single day as a guy who absolutely loves his job. He greets everyone as if they are his best friend. He sings as he drives his route. One day I was waiting at the station when Carl’s bus stopped at my gate. A little girl approached the front of the bus, looking like she had cried part of the way. Carl brought out an old Cool Whip container. He looked at the little girl with a glint in his eye that would rival Santa Clause and asked her what she thought he had in the tub. She looked up at him, but didn’t answer. He opened it up and held it out for her to see. Her little eyes lit up. He told her because she had been so good she could pick one thing from the tub. I leaned in to see what was in it. It was full of dollar store toys and fake jewelry. The little girl chose a giant ring, and followed her mom into the bus station showing her new treasure to anyone who would react. Carl made her day. It is refreshing to see someone who after over 25 years still enjoys his job. I hope one day I find a job that does the same for me.
