My Bus

Well, I feel a little like Robert Frost. Instead of two roads
diverged, I had a choice of two bus drivers.
One driver is the one I wrote about a couple of weeks ago. The one who
honked for about 40 minutes. I decided to take the other one, the
driver I didn't know and definitely the less traveled one by the look
of the empty seats.
This driver has used the wrong side of the road a few times, has
passed large trucks by driving on the shoulder, has been thisclose to
running over numerous people AND has been scolded by a female
passenger, which is unheard of.
Yes, I took the bus less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.