The bus took a strange detour on its route home. Instead of the interstate highway, it turned into the parking lots of supermarkets and pharmacies. There were runners in the streets, a street fair, police cars blocking the entry to an alternative highway. The bus driver backed up, turned around and retraced his route through the parking lot. Finally, he opened his window and asked the officer to help him get to his destination. The officer let us through to the bus depot.
Finally, the first stop enroute. One more stop before the car ride home. It's humid, of course. Summer's like that near the ocean. I miss the mountains already.
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