Eventually...

On the city bus to work––the streets are ice-free, but my bike is still in the shop getting a tune-up: the fall knocked its headset out of whack.

Conversation with a bus driver

Bus with sign reading DROP OFF ONLY stops and lets people off, but waits with door open....

Me, from the curb: You're letting me on?

Bus Driver: Come on.

Me: Your sign says DROP OFF ONLY-- are you drop-off only?

Driver: Eventually.

Me: But you're going as far as Lyndale?

Driver: Eventually.

Me, depositing my fare: And we'll get to heaven? . . . Eventually?

Driver: Yes, but right now, we're just going through a little bit of Hell.

Me: [laughs] Right.