My morning commute was nearly 10 minutes longer today thanks to all the yellow busses stopping every 200 yards or so. I’d gotten very frustrated by the time I approached a gentle hill and saw yet another set of red flashing lights just on the other side. I was sure my distance promised that I wouldn’t have to stop AGAIN, but as I down-shifted the MG I realized the driver was still waiting patiently for the family vignette on my left to unfold. A little blonde girl with a pink backpack was just then kissing each of two golden retrievers on the tops of their heads, high-fiving Dad and waving broadly to Mom who stood back a bit with her hands clenched at her chest. The girl finally nearly pranced across the road to board the bus and the row behind me finally got back into commute mode, but I at least was no longer irritated, frustrated, or fed up. I was warmed nearly to the point of tears. Happy New Year!