Leah's Bus Driver

Backstory

Mabel's POV

I liked my job. Driving. The same route. Mostly the same people. Endless loop. Most people would likely get bored of the same bus schedule but it was how I liked it. Autisitc friendly. Saturday and Sunday.

During the week I pottered crafting and making. I live alone in a small apartment building. I enjoyed my own company. It was easier then the soical complexities in having a flat mate or a partner. Not to say that I didn't want that though it just had never worked out.

My life was predictable easy. I cooked the same seven dinners. Ate the same lunch most days and breakfast wasn't something I ever really felt the need for.

Favourite interests right now was crochet and puzzles. I dabbled in lots either doing it to the point I couldn't any more or it was something I came back to often like sewing. Never got fixated on it but the machine was used regulary.

The bus company I worked for liked that I was happy to work both weekend days. Made acquatiances with some of the other drivers in the depot. Filled in for others during the week if they needed time off or anything like that. It was good. Not anything to complicated.

Got a call today though from one of the guys asking if I could do his evening job. He was tied up with his children's prize giving it was for a bus full of people.

José worked the fancier private jobs. Where you picked up people in going out clothes and took them to an event. Not usually something I'd do due to the sound. But because he asked and had a decent reason I would.

Picking up people from eight locations and taking them to the event. Different people working the shift back containing the drunk people. Four hours easy enough.

I had to ring the depot and check that I was in the right place twice as no one was there. I was. Just move on to the next place.

Trish the office lady I apparently offended one day as I asked if her new hair was a wig. Must have missed that social understanding. Nevermind. I apologized trying to explain the autisitic nature of my thinking. She didn't care.

The day was easy enough José called when I had two left offering to take over but I assured him I was good. He asked if I had seen Arthur. He called him crazy Eddie something about a hyena off of the lion king.

I hadn't. Arthur had been suffering from poor mental health but was and had been doing better. A few months back he had a bit of an episode at work.

On the last bus trip there were more people then allowed. By two. I didn't like it but knew most drivers would carry on. The ethical thing would be to come back for them but the morally right thing to do would be to not split up a friend group. Just drive Mabel don't over complicate it.

Most Monday's my Mum would ring. We had an okay relationship. Struggled at times to understand each other. She found my autisitic traits to be infuriating and well I didn't stop them just to please her. Mostly because I couldn't.

That was my life. Easy, uncomplicated, pretictable and friendless. That's what I was missing a friend. 

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