Facing The Driver
With the scene unfolding around me, my mind swirled with questions and imagined outcomes. What would I say to the driver? How would he react? The confrontation loomed large, each mental scenario circling the same goal—uncovering why he kept making these unsanctioned stops. The city’s hum blended with the low growl of the bus, building into a tense crescendo. One way or another, this day would bring answers. I’d make sure of it.
Facing The Driver
Driver’s Blasé Attitude
I watched as the bus driver brushed off the kids’ chatter with a detached, almost careless air, his indifference stoking the fire already burning in my chest. That relaxed demeanor wasn’t just unprofessional—it felt like a mask, covering something deeper. My frustration hardened into resolve. I couldn’t allow my son, or any child, to be under the watch of someone who seemed so disinterested in their well-being. Whatever the driver was hiding, I was done guessing. It was time to find out the truth.
Driver’s Blasé Attitude
