It’s good to be a bus chick when…
you have to pick up something at a shop in Pike/Pine.
Parking in that neighborhood? No thanks. I’m happy to roll up on the 14.

It’s not so good to be a bus chick when…
the something you have to pick up is a dress for an evening out, it’s raining, you just got your hair done, and you have to walk several blocks to catch the 14.

Sigh.

For me and the bus, August is always the honeymoon phase.