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I could see the bus from three blocks away. I’ve learned to look past the blinding headlights as I crane my neck. It’s getting closer, one stop away. I pull out my phone for my ticket and grab my groceries. But as I look up, the bus whooshes past me in a red, white and blue whirl. The driver didn’t even see me. I assessed my options: I could walk home with my two bags of groceries, which would be at least 30 minutes in the dark. I could wait for the next bus, which would theoretically come in…
11 months ago