How romantic!
When you commute for more than 20 years on North Side buses, you get lots of good stories. And so I have to thank my Mom again for this one:
She was waiting for the 151 Sheridan bus at about 5:30 a.m., on her way to work. A blind guy walked up to the stop and asked, “Can you tell me when the 151 comes?”
My ever helpful Mom replied, “Sure, that’s what I’m waiting for.”
The bus arrived and Mom made sure he got on OK. Then he sat down beside her. They rode along for a few blocks and chatted.
Then he said: “You know, you really have been very nice. Would you come and live with me?”
My Mom gasped and said, “No! Sorry.”
“Well why not? It would be cheaper because we could share expenses.”
“Sorry. I already have my own responsibilities. Oops, this is my stop.”
And she got up and moved to another seat.
That poor man. I bet if your mother could look past (no pun intended) the stigma of a handicap, you would have a very loving step-father. And you could probably get a handicap sticker for your car, too. =)
(I hope it goes without saying that was just a little humor...I certainly don't mean any harm by it.)
Posted by: Veritas Scriptor | June 21, 2004 at 09:49 PM