I was thrilled at the thought of becoming a professional bus driver in Milpitas–the paradise on earth, to me.
The bus passes meanderingly through the green valley as purple leaves wave to you, golden clouds hover over the enticing brown hills, and swings close to the Milpitas High School conjure up images of the distant world. Ah! It should not be distracting when you drive, but those moments suggest something ethereal. And then the driver is the king–the grandeur, the special seat, the upright posture, the smile of an emperor who steers the destiny of the folks. It makes you happy that people are delighted to see you as their tiring moments of wait are over, and you confidently take them to their destination- you don’t mind traffic, you’re upbeat.
I know I have an MBA degree!