The Bus Ride

[402 words] Growing up I rode the bus to school. I can only remember one bus driver. Our school district must have been very desperate for drivers because there was a stop sign near the school which she ran over on a regular basis. One morning while I was on the bus, she turned a corner so sharply that the back tires of the bus ran over the hood of a new Cadillac which a young lady had borrowed from her parents. It’s a rough ride when the bus goes up and over a car. I know, because I was sitting over the wheel that ran over the car! Near the end of her driving days, on a back-country road with a load of kids, she moved so far over to the side of the road that the bus slid into the ditch and rolled over on its side. Thankfully…