Monday, February 4, 2008

Grandma's Chicken Salaaaad, II

I have a crush on my bus driver!

It's not all the bumping and jostling. Or even the heat of too many riders in parkas. It's the way she purrs the names of the stops like a 900 number operator.

With my background in radio, I have a special place in my heart for anyone who can make "12th Street" sound indecent. And I guarantee I'm not the only one who gets a little shiver when she drives us past 69th.

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