Thursday June 2, 2016
Overheard at UBC
Momo gets on the school bus and it looks like there isn’t a seat, not anywhere, not without making it three kids in a row. Cutie, the bus driver, sighs, waiting for him to find a spot before she drives on. Momo trips over backpacks and lunch bags and stray feet, sticking out into the aisle, willing someone, anyone, to trip. Momo is glad that his Granny wasn’t feeling well enough to walk him to the end of the driveway today. If she’d been waving, on top of all of this, it just would’ve been too much.