There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep. Ralph Waldo Emerson

If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded. Robert Brault

Whats driving a bus like? Seventy of your kids in the back seat going to town. Mr. Brandon

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

"Spokesperson"

It was just daylight, and the sun had not quite graced the horizon.  He came to the bus with his backpack thrown over one shoulder a thumb under the strap holding it in place.  In the other hand he carried his sun glasses, yes sun glasses.  You know how the glare of the sun can beat down on you as you ride a school bus before sun up.  He paused at the steps, holding the sun glasses by one ear piece he looked up at me, one eye brow up one down, then flicked the glasses so the other ear piece swung gracefully out.  Then ever so slowly he slid them into place.  Every bit the man of mystery.  Oh, I get it not worn for practicality but for fashion purposes.  He proceeded up the steps, paused at the mirror, took the glasses off, smoothed back his hair, and slowly slid them back on like the bad biker boy.  As he was seated I looked in the mirror to see him pull the glasses off again, he looked at me in the mirror and placed the glasses just so they set on the lower part of his nose and the ear pieces just touched the ears.  As he continued to look at me over the top of the glasses he placed one finger on the bridge of the glasses and slowly pushed the glasses up his nose and into place in the, I don't want to be disturbed move.  With this being done he placed his hands behind his head and leaned back in the seat in satisfaction.  The removing and replacing continued a number of times using ever model move he had ever seen on tv.  He removed and replaced his sun glasses enough times, I am convinced, to have raised a blister on his ears.  A trained model could not have demonstrated the merchandise better.  Then came the sales pitch.  As another young man boarded the bus he pulled the glasses off with one hand, tipped the ear pieces toward the young man in typical authority fashion and said, "Son, your Daddy needs to get you a pair of sun glasses just like this.  You can find them in the sporting goods section of Wal-Mart."  Then in his ever so sophisticated fashion he slid them back on.  I don't know if he is receiving any compensation, but I almost felt I needed a pair.

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