Most of the time, the women bus drivers on the 86 route suck. They're mean and drive like maniacs. This morning, however, I was quite pleased with how lovely the lady bus driver was. I think it may have been because she had a thing for the not-quite Harvard professor (I think he does Hebrew lessons or something because he's always correcting things that aren't letters).

It was their conversations that led me into thinking up a romantic comedy. It goes like this: a man falls in love with a woman bus driver on his way to work one day and then tries to find her again by riding every route in the city. Hijinks ensue until in the end, he finds her and there's warm fuzzy moments and everyone is happy.

Okay. So looking at that now, it would probably be a really bad basis for a movie. But at 8:30am on my way to work, it sounded pretty good.