I remember years ago when I first started driving bus for a living, a young boy and his Dad would ride with me. It was a route that drove along Broadway for part of the way. He must have been around 4 or 5 years old. When he got off he’d take a running leap off at the front doors, and say
“Goodbye Mr. Bus Driver” to which I replied,
“Goodbye Passenger!”
After a few times like this the dialogue changed a bit,
“Goodbye Mr. Bus Driver”
“Goodbye Passenger!”
and then could be heard as the doors closed, “I love it when he says that to me!”
At some point, just goofing around one day with MS-Paint I drew a picture of some kelp on the bottom of the sea, with a huge yellow submarine in amongst the kelp, and off to the side as an after thought, I drew a small fish. These were stick images
So typical with me, I didn’t think much of this picture, but realized one day as I was in tears describing to somebody or other that Transit is the Yellow Submarine, and I’m that little fish that gets overlooked. I am the little first in amongst the kelp that can be unseen.
