The Postman and the Paper-reading Lady, continued

I was running late, yet again -- I so often run late now that I may define that as "normal" and my on-time departure as "early" -- so I caught the Gillham & Armour bus this morning.

At first, I thought Postman wasn't going to be there this morning, but then I saw him coming down the street, his shirt unbuttoned and flapping over a white undershirt. He stood on the corner, buttoning it up. I could sympathize; I usually get out the door without quite finishing getting ready. I'm always brushing my hair and braiding it at the bus stop -- in fact, I was brushing it now. He waved and smiled to us as he finished and came over to the stop.
( The Saga Continues! )