Chapter 5
No Joy on the Bus
17George finally got his shoes on and as he
walked to the bus stop, Joy the bus driver
and her smile popped in to his head.
Maybe she’s not all that bad. After all, she
pegged you, George, he thought to himself. But do I re-
ally need another person telling me how much my life
stinks? I mean, not only do I have to hear it from my boss
and my wife, but now I even have a bus driver and total
stranger on me. Who would be next to tell me what a
loser I am, the mailman?
He made it to the bus stop in plenty of time and
waited for Bus #11 to pull up expecting to see Joy at the
wheel, but when the bus arrived, Joy was nowhere to be
found. Instead a man was at the wheel and he certainly
didn’t have the smile nor the welcome she had.
George wondered what had happened to her. He felt
bad for being rude to her. After all, she was only trying to
be nice and it wasn’t her fault my life is in the toilet, he
thought. George sat quietly on the bus. No conversation,
no smiling, and certainly no energy. He thought about