I saw a woman today driving a church bus while smoking a cigarette. It was an older bus; we were out in the country and it was a beautiful September day; the scene was almost Norman Rockwellian. The woman’s hands gripped the wheel like a drowning man holding onto a life preserver, and the half smoked cigarette dangled from her tobacco stained lips as she maneuvered the bus around a narrow curve. She was a short woman, 5’2”, maybe 5’3”. She could see over the steering wheel but had to sit on the edge of the seat to do it. Her skin was like leather – like the faded texture of the seats behind her. The seats were lined up like jr high boys headed for the bath room….
I used to know a guy who didn’t have a defroster in his car so he smoked a cigarette and leaned forward a lot to melt the ice on his windshield. I tried not to ride with him in the winter…
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