Rider today gave the lady with the stroller her seat without being asked. Small thing. Made my morning.

Listen, that's what I like to hear. Tell that lady's husband, if she has one, that his bus driver noticed. Now go and rest your feet, child.

Ha. Will do. My feet say thanks.

I miss the 2060s when a bus driver's feet would have their own union and nobody cared about tea rations.

Tea rations, Rafa? My feet would sign that petition.

Your feet would get a pension too. Ask the 2060s, they're still sore about it.

Ha. Pension or no pension, I'm sitting down for ten minutes first.

Sit down in 2060 and they'll tax you for the chair. Don't ask how I know.