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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 126 of 307 came close to matching the excitement of this. Here I was, watching a woman who was about to get on a bus and I had no idea where she would be getting off. I knew I was invading her privacy. Perhaps I had no right to do this at all and yet it was the kind of thing that people did. If I didn't do this, surely someone else would be doing it. It was good work. I couldn't pry my eyes off of her. She had no idea I was even there. The huge city bus rolled along side of me and waited at the corner. I started my car as it pulled across the intersection. She boarded the bus with about six other escapees from Reno graveyard shifts. She was the best looking of all of them. Just as the bus was pulling away from the curb, my light turned red, and I watched that bus getting smaller in front of me as it rolled down the boulevard. "Come on! Come on! Change!" But it didn't. The traffic was very light. I looked up at the municipal video camera taping my license plate. Would it be able to tell that I had run the light? I had' never willfully pushed through an intersection before in my life. This job really was testing the limits of my conscience. I could see the bus that Sariah was on making a nice slow left about two intersections ahead of me at the corner that hosted the El Diablo Smiling Clown Casino. This was the first of the Circus Circus copycats to really capture the magic of carnival |
