As always I run huffing and panting to catch the bus. Can’t afford to miss it, or the manager would surely have my neck. With the morning sun beating down and the summer humidity making things sticky, I do not need the extra perspiration. I manage to catch the bus just as it was about to pull off. Getting up, I pause a second to catch my breath. Things are not going my way as I try to produce the exact change. Sit down on a vacant seat and catch the face of my Bus No. 61 friend. He smiles genially at me, and oh so simply my worries disappear. He gets down at his usual- two stops before mine, and waves off with his free hand and a smile. I settle back and realize that things don’t seem as bad as before.