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Bus Story: Right On, Tiny Dancer

May 14, 2010

Spirits are high on the ole 54 this evening. The sun has been shining and the evening is balmy; a preview of summer in the northwest. Across from me, sitting by herself is a Dancer. Whether or not that is what she does for a living or as a creative outlet, she is all things Dancer. Her posture, frame, clothes, hair, even her shoes – these little sandals that bring to mind Scheherazade – just quietly shouts DANCER! Interrupting my stereotyping process, Single Dad with Very Cranky Wee Boy arrives and looks for two seats together so Cranky Wee Boy can look out of the window from his own seat, thankyouverymuch. Without hesitation, The Dancer gracefully stands and offers her seat and takes one a row back next to D&D Geek in a t-shirt 2 sizes too small. Her generous nature and the flow with which she changed seats wins her my “There is Some Hope for Humanity” award of the day. Take a bow, Pavlova!

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