Wednesday, January 31st, 5:00pm
Phil (and Fiona)
Phil sits at the window. Fiona takes the seat beside him.
Fiona: Man is it a chilly one out there.
Phil: (glances at her briefly) It is.
Fiona: You could catch the flu on this bus faster ‘n you can say Jack Frost.
Phil: That’s true.
Fiona: Better ‘n drivin’ a car though.
Phil: (turns to her) Why do you say that?
Fiona: I had a car once. Had a bad accident ‘n tore up my leg somethin’ fierce. Even my hip ain’t never bin the same since.
Phil: Hmph.
Fiona: Can barely walk now.
Phil: Huh.
Fiona: Yep, we’re lucky we don’t drive no cars.
Phil: The flu can be pretty bad too.
Fiona: (thinks for a moment) At least you’s got ’bout a week to say goodbye to y’ur loved ones though. Car accident (snaps fingers) jes like that. Over. Done for.
Phil: (smiles ruefully) Thank you for that.
Next stop: Thursday, February 1st, 6:00pm