...I had a great busdriver, an older (black) lady in a cardigan.
We had been stopped at a light, and a bus pulled up on the cross street just as the light changed, and a guy got off the other bus and started running toward us, but the busdriver just gestured to him to stay where he was, she'd open the door and pick him up.
Right when we were stopped at a light before my stop, too, I asked her if she could let me out.
"I have an 8am quiz!", I was like.
She just turned to me and smiled and opened the door. She had big sunglasses on too.
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