Busboy

I wonder if my favorite grumpy teenage boy missed my normal cheerful "Good Morning!"? Aidan is sick so I ran out to the bus to let them know he wouldn't be riding. I could see him through the darkened window and I stood on my tip-toes, waved and mouthed "Good Morning!" I'm pretty sure I saw him roll his eyes and say "OH GOD!!!" (his  normal response....I think he is warming up to me...:)

The last time I saw him, he said "WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING ON THE BUS!" Apparently, there is some writing on the bus steps that may or may not say for riders only. I may or may not have ever seen it. I don't always see everything clearly, which sometimes results in roadkill.  I pretend I don't  need glasses and anyway, I'm pretty sure it doesn't apply to grandmothers:) I just hop right on the bus with Aidan and since Busboy (name has been changed to protect the innocent) is the only other rider, I feel it would be rude not to say Good Morning.  Something tells me Busboy is not a morning person......

It occurred to me the other day that when I go out to the bus that early, I don't have any make-up on. It's just me, a-la natural..in my yoga pants. Maybe "OH GOD!! " is just a normal reaction to a frightening situation...poor Busboy. Maybe I'm not making the best first impression..

My daughter thinks I should just leave him alone. Ignore him, let him live in his own little world. But, he's in my world now. He rides the bus with my grandson. The small bus. He's on my radar now...and I'm praying for him.

I see my daughters point. One of the aides on the bus has been with him since he was Aidan's age and he seems to have yet to warm up to her and refers to her (and the bus driver) as an OLD HAG!
She says he probably just sees me like that.

What?
Excuse me?!
Perish the thought!

I'm on a mission now! (and it's NOT Mission Impossible) Just to get a little smile from him, or maybe even a hello. I just want him to know he is not invisible. I'll keep trying.

I have had a few suggestions: slide him a wrapped red life savor. Give him a box of cookies: (Girl Scout cookies;) both good ideas.

I'm thinking I may ask him to come hang out with us sometime. We could teach him a little sign language and he and Aidan could chat on the bus. There's a pretty big age difference between he and Aidan, but, age doesn't really matter.

I find that I say that to myself  a lot lately. You know, the whole 50 is the new 40. Or 39. I really liked 37. Yep, that's it. 50 is the new 37.

Anyway, Busboy may be a hard nut to crack. (a nod to my squirrely friends) But, has rejection ever stopped me? NO! I just pick up the gadzillion pieces and move on! :) 

 I don't think he's on the wrong bus. Our paths have crossed now. We are in each others lives. Just a few seats down, but going in the same direction. So to speak.

I don't know why he has landed on my heart like this. I feel a little badly for him. It can't be much fun having to ride a bus with a Kindergardener and two old hags. (hehe) And then there's me saying good morning when he obviously has his earphones in. I wonder if he has many friends in the High School. Life may not be easy for Busboy.

If you see a yellow bus maybe it will remind you of Busboy...and maybe you can say a prayer.

Because "where two or more are gathered"........