M and I caught the 7:50 bus again. It was running a little late because of detours.
She toddler-danced to the bus door, and our usual driver smiled and said hello. The other passengers were the teenage boy who sits near the back and is usually sleeping and an older woman near the front. M picked a seat near the sleeping guy (again). The driver and the woman were talking about his upcoming vacation and then all the apartment renovations taking place on the route (Eastgate – Enright – Westgate – Vernon).
She said, “I remember when you [edit: is this where I state in case you’re not sure that the driver and the woman are both African American] couldn’t be in this neighborhood unless you had a note saying you worked here.”
Him: “What?! I’ve never heard that before. When was that?”
Her: “In the ’50s…”
Him: “I know about sunset laws…”
And then it was our stop and we got off the bus and said “Thank you” and “Goodbye.” It was incredible and dumbfounding and sobering to hear.