My apple lovebug

I stopped by H.E.B. to buy an apple and some peanut butter before school. The bus arrived as I had already begun to munch on my GIGANTIC apple! I boarded and took a seat. Then I heard the voice...my apple lovebug! "Excuse me mam! Is that an Organic Fuji??? I looked behind me and saw a boy eating an equally GIGANTIC apple. "Nope, it's Braburn for me today!" He replied "Oh, well wouldn't that have been weird." We didn't talk the rest of the ride, just sat and loudly chomped on our apples together!

Door to door service

I was on my way home from class and went through my usual bus routine. I pulled the string immediately after the doors closed at the stop before mine to give the bus driver PLENTY of time to prepare to stop. He stopped, I never doubted that he would, and I said my usual thank-you's and he left me with a "goodbye gorgeous!" Flattered, of course, and I could not help but laugh a little. I began my walk towards 45th and out of my peripheral vision I noticed the bus stop again next to me. Then I heard the honk, so I gave my full attention to the bus. The doors swung open and the driver said to me "I don't want you to have to walk! Let me take you to your house!" I assured him that walking was good for me, but I soon found that I was not going to win this battle. I re-boarded the bus. I can't imagine what the other passengers must have been thinking as the bus driver dropped me off- my second unmapped stop of the day!

Winning the bus lottery.

Betsy and I were running late. As we walked we both saw the red river beauty turn down 45th. We stared at each other and began our usual run toward the bus stop. One thing was in our favor: the red light that would spare us a few seconds. I heard Betsy behind me "Don't give up Stuebes!" I could almost feel the bus breathing down my back and as we turned the corner and it became increasingly evident that we would not make it to the stop on time. Luckily, there are some good and very reasonable bus drivers on the red river route and this lovely fellow decided to make an unmapped stop for us! After riding the bus for only several weeks now, I have already realized how rare an unmapped stop is. Almost as rare as winning the lottery. So obviously Betsy and I felt special has we boarded the bus huffing and puffing. We took seats at the back to try and hide our faces from the snickering co-busriders. And, as luck may have it, we sat right next to two of Betsy's friends from high school (one of which she dated for two or three weeks)! Betsy enlightened me that only eight people from San Antonia went to UT and now three of them were all on the same bus! Well, Betsy's stats may be a little off, but still, what are the chances? Probably the same chances as winning the lottery.