In the evenings I catch the bus home.
The bus drivers know me now. On Tuesdays, there's a smiley Japanese driver who kindly takes a shortcut and stops right in front of my driveway. He always grins joyfully and warns me to "mind your step!" as I get off blindly into the dark.
Today, there is a new bus driver who tells me that he has never done this route before. As the last passenger before me, gets off, he engages in the usual conversation:
Driver: So you're not having a big night out tonight?
Me (at the risk of sounding like a total nerd geriatric): Nah, I can't be bothered. I just wanna go home and watch Masterchef
Driver (not too surprised): Fair enough! Yeah, I'm really getting into Masterchef too
Me: Yeah I love it! Everyone cries and makes good food! But you wouldn't get to watch it if your driving your bus at night, right?
Him: Nah, I don't usually do this route- but I find that I miss 2 episodes on average a week.
Me: You can watch it online!
Him (dubious): Yeah, I'm not too up to speed with watching it online!
And then I asked him to stop at my driveway and he chuckled- maybe because he's not officially my chauffeur and you're not meant to ask the driver to drop you off at your door.
I thanked him and told him to watch it online and he promised that he'd give it a go.
Bus drivers are so underrated.
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