A man's curious experience at the beginning of a business trip.
|John rose from the bench as the bus slowed and stopped in front of him. He picked up his knapsack and started for the door, but jerked to a halt when he saw what was sitting in the driver's seat. “Do you see that?” he asked a man standing nearby.
“What, the driver?”
“Yes,” said John. “That's not a person. It's a large dog.”
“Yes it is,” said the man.
“Where's the driver? And what's a dog doing in the driver's seat?”
“Well,” the man told him, “this is a Greyhound bus.”
John shook his head. “This must be some kind of promotional gimmick. Or maybe the driver is taking a coffee break. And anyway, that dog's not even a greyhound.”
“Nope,” said the man. “Looks to me like a Siberian Husky, but I suppose I could be wrong.” He got into the line that was boarding the bus, while John stood back in disbelief.
He watched the man work his way back a few rows and take a seat by the window. “Are you crazy?” he shouted.
The man slid the window open. “The way I see it,” he said, “is that as long as this bus gets me where I want to go, I don't care who's driving it. Or what.”
John glanced at his watch, thought about his alternatives, and slowly climbed aboard.
232 words, written for a Daily Flash Fiction challenge to write a story that includes the words in bold.