Bus Drivers are Nice

Saturday I had to take the bus to a friends. I got on the wrong bus and ended up at the square at the end of the line. I asked the bus driver if she knew of any other CVS stores on the way since I knew that is where I was supposed to get off. She pointed to one in the square and said this is the only one. I described the store I was looking for and she asked me if I knew the street. Of course I didn't know the street as I do everything by instinct. I am like a finely tuned instrument that can intuit it's way threw the most treacherous of mazes. "Ummm ..." she said, "do you know the street." On the way back she drove slow and looked at all of the street signs I think she hoped that I would recognize the one I was looking for. Finally she said there was a CVS on the other line and she dropped me off. The next day I was waiting for the same bus and she came by driving another line. She stopped and stuck her head out the window and said, "On Sunday the 73 picks up upstairs". I said "Thanks, your the same one who helped me yesterday." Then she said, "Really? I'm usually not that nice."