Week 12 Prompt III

59. The door slammed, and I never looked back.

I arrived five minutes before the 5:15 time we were supposed to be there. I joined a group of players talking before we went to collect the gear. I would not have thought it was the right bus except that the whole rest of the team were there. The bus said "Bar Harbor Tour Bus" right on it. The coach had said we would have a coach bus, and this didn't look like one.

We entered the bus, and took places. It was a pretty nice bus, with soft cushions and everything, though the floor rose up for some reason on every other seat, so that only one person could sit there. We had few enough players that one player sat at each seat, with plenty of seats to spare.

We were waiting on two players, so we sat waiting. We were supposed to leave at 7:30. The bus driver was elderly, and he sat reading the comics section of the newspaper.

"Hey!" one player called, "Mr. Bus Driver?"

"He's busy," another player teased, "Can't you see he's reading the funnies?"

"What is it?" the bus driver asked, having determined that we were talking about him.

"Can you push this thing?" the player asked.

"If  it says I can go 80, I'll go 80," he said.


That was a good taste of what kind of a driver we had. An excellent one. We shot down the road. Once, we hit a construction zone of one lane, and a cone had blown over into the middle of the remaining lane. Without slowing down, the driver breezed around it.


We got closer, and one of the players kept saying how he lived right here. We turn, and he calls out:

"Hey! That's the wrong way! You should have gone right there, not left!"

"Why didn't you say something!?" the coach yelled back.

"I thought you knew where you were going!"

We drove along a ways, then came to an intersection.

"No, don't-" the player started and stopped, as we turned left.

"This will get us there," the coach said, "Or we'll turn around."

"Okay," the player said skeptically, "But this is a one way street to the ocean here."

We drove along the narrow road, with barely room for us, if another car had tried to go by us they probably would have had to pull over. There was one spot with a car parked on either side of the road opposite from each other.

The bus shot through with about an inch to spare on either side.

"That's some skilled driving right there," a player said.

We drove down and pulled to a stop at the end of the road, with the beach beyond.

"I told you it was a one way street," our player said.

After that, he gave directions.