There I was in Covington one afternoon last week on Madison Avenue, sitting on a bench at a bus stop waiting to catch a Tank Bus back over to Cincinnati. It was a nice, sunny afternoon—not too hot—and I was enjoying sitting in the middle of that bench having it all to myself.
That didn’t last long. Two ladies, one a bit heavy and the other no bigger than a parking meter, approached the bench. The heavy girl sat to my left, the parking meter sat to my right.
Each wanted a cigarette and each got one. Then the conversation turned to money.
“We’ll both from Cincinnati and trying to get back to Price Hill,” the heavy one said. “Can you help us out with bus fare?”
“If I had any money on me, do you think I would be taking the bus?” I asked.
“We need the bus fare,” the woman who looked like a parking meter said.
“I don’t have it.” I replied.
Both women started giving me hard looks and I was figuring it was only going to be a matter of time before I got rolled.
I got lucky. A Covington cop drove by and slowed his cruiser down, looking and me and those women on the bench. The ladies look off, going left—not heading toward Cincinnati at all. The cop continued right, driving down Madison Avenue.
Sometimes just waiting for a bus leads to adventure, but I’m glad that cop came along.
(Photo from flickr.com)