This morning I took the 8:54 66 bus into the city. My driver was Friendly, Professional Dreadlocks Guy (not to be confused with Silent Dreadlocks Guy, who is a contestant for Worst DeCamp Driver Ever). The bus was right on time. FPDG took my ticket with a warm "good morning." He drove expeditiously yet carefully, pulling into the Port Authority at exactly 9:28. As we approached the end of the tunnel, he informed us in a soothing tone -- so as not to rouse those of his charges savoring the last moments of their slumber? -- that we would soon be arriving at our destination. Finally, he wished us all good day.
O, DeCamp! Would that all your drivers were as capable, as caring as Friendly, Professional Dreadlocks Guy!