waving, not drowning

I work from home on Wednesdays (when I don’t have a meeting or some other thing that requires my physical presence rather than my electronic one). I like working from home for numerous reasons, including the fact that I can quickly run an errand in the middle of the day instead of joining the throngs after work. Rather than hit the grocery store late morning today as was my plan, I ended up not going until after 2PM. Which meant that school let out around the time I was coming back home.

Taking the back roads through a neighborhood, I ended up behind a school bus full of elementary school kids. We were sitting at a stop sign, and I noticed that three of the kids were peering at me over the back of their seats at the rear of the bus (where the bad kids sit). I waved and smiled, fully expecting one of the kids to shoot the finger or slowly lift up his shirt, flashing a gun in his waistband. To my delight, the kids waved back and laughed. This was evidently so much fun for them that they told other kids on the bus that there was some lady in the car behind them that would wave if you looked at her. So other kids popped up in the back window and waved. How cute, right?

We turned out of the neighborhood and onto a busy street. I was about to zip around the bus when it suddenly stopped in front of an apartment complex. So I stopped too. Only now, I have six or seven little kids who are staring at me and waving. And it seems that – literally – the entire bus load of kids is getting off at this stop. Every last one. So we sat there for at least three or four minutes though it felt like 15 or 20. Even the kids seemed to sense the awkwardness because they stopped waving. But they didn’t stop staring. We just looked at each other in our awkwardness, no one willing to look away. That is, until it was time for them to exit the bus. They popped up without another thought my direction and got off the bus. Then the bus lurched forward, and I headed home.

One of the nice things about being a woman isn’t I didn’t have to worry about the po-lice being called…


6 responses to “waving, not drowning”

  1. You’re right, there is such an unfair double standard. I mean, you could easily be a dirty old lady. Easily.

      • I like how you’re offended at the “old” part and not the “dirty” part. Old as in relative to the children not as in dirt or Tom Jones. Plus it just goes better with dirty like in Ol’ Dirty Bastard who wasn’t old at all now was he?

    • I was wearing a tube top, which means my breasts were resting on my thighs and couldn’t possibly have been seen by the kids on the bus.

      Actually, I was wearing a tee shirt, so that theory is out.

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