Why is it that the act of witnessing pedestrians run for busses really pulls on my heart strings? Truly.
Today was not special or unique as far as days go. On my 10 minute trek home from work, I witnessed an average looking man desperately sprinting across the street to catch the bus, sweat on his brow, bags in tote and determination in his gait. It was 108 degrees.
As I passed the scene, I adjusted my rearview mirror to see that he had made it. Please oh please catch that bus. I don't want you to miss it, sir. Please get it. Go go go go.
He caught it. And I was able to proceed with my average day.
Deep breath out. Go man, go.
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