As I've established many times before, I hate my commute. The internship is at my school, so my commute has remained the same, only with different hours. It's usually a fairly annoying ride filled with loud school children or idiots with cell phones.
But every so often something happens that reinforces some of our reasons for moving here. On Friday, I got on the bus to go home, and realized that I didn't have my bus pass. I fished around in my purse and found nothing. I gave an apologetic look to the driver and explained that I didn't have my pass, and turned to walk off the bus.
He said, "Wait - -which stop do you get off?". "Beach Haven," I replied and he said, "There's an ATM there -- you can pay me then."
Relieved and a little stunned, I said thank you, and sat down. As I walked to my seat, a complete stranger had out her purse and said, "How much do you need? I'll pay for you." I couldn't believe it. I declined and explained that the driver was going to let me run to an ATM once we got to Beach Haven. Once seated, I rummaged through my purse again and found the bus pass after all, so everything worked out.
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