Survival for the passenger

A few days ago, as I crossed the street from Sinclair toward UVU, I encountered a woman whose appearance immediately revealed her agitation. Beside her stood an old but well-cared-for bicycle. When a UTA bus came to a stop, she quickly moved toward the door and asked the driver when the next bus to Spanish Fork would be coming around. After a brief search, the driver responded, “Well I don’t have the time schedule for the 802. However, it should be here in an hour or so.”