Beach Town Bus Driver

I just got finished back-to-back shifts; one shift of driving Monday night and one shift of training on Tuesday morning. My passenger count dropped way back to about 140 as the town emptied out on Monday at the end of the Memorial day holiday weekend. I requested to take my bus off the street at 2:00am so I could get home for a few hours of sleep before training on the articulating bus on Tuesday. The supervisor was agreeable and I squeezed in a three hour nap.
Driving the R-Tic was fun, but the most interesting part of the day was listening to two of the drivers trade their "growing up in West Virginia" stories --- no electricity in the house, not talking on a telephone until age 19, cooking and heating the house with coal that they blew out of the mountain with dynamite brought home from the mine by dad. I don't know why dad didn't just bring home some coal. I guess it was easier to steal the dynamite. Ah, those were the days, eh?