End of the Line

Today was my last day for driving the school bus. One of the other regular drivers that had been out on leave is coming back tomorrow. And so, the "Super-Sub" is taking over the route that I've been doing. The "Super-Sub" is the one the drivers are supposed to call first ... then if he is already booked ... they can call one of us minion "sub-subs".

One of the little kids that I can't seem to get to stay in his seat, fell down on the floor this afternoon and got a small cut on his knee. The bus first-aid kit had lots of big compression bandages and a roll of tape ... but no Band-Aids. So I gave him a paper towel to press on the cut and delivered him to his mother at the next stop. I told his mother about it, and she looked, but he was off and running to go play on the trampoline. So we guessed it was fine.

My neighbor needs me to go pick up a load of peanuts on Friday ... For delivery in Chicago. Because he was already committed to go up to B'ham to load up Scott and his family's household goods and bring it all back to here on Saturday.