Since my morning spent roaming the other unknown side of the city I’ve been somewhat weary of the bus system. I know it was not the busses, but my own erring that caused my misdirection, but I still wasn’t all happy-go-lucky about busses. However, bus 13 has restored my faith in the whole institution.
Every time Amy and I head home from a long day or need to take a new route to some historical monument 13 has our back. It was waiting for me the day I went home late after having dinner with a friend. It even waited for me to cross the busy, car-packed street before leaving. When we wish to get away from the stupid, frightening birds that nest in the trees near the station, 13 is always there waiting.
It never disappoints and there is never an extremely bad driver either. Sure, there are some who like to take sharp turns and slam a little too much on the brake, but never is there a driver truly unpleasant. And let me tell you, there are some drivers on other busses I would gladly avoid. 13, however, is forever pleasant and will forever be my favorite.
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