A Ticket for the Ride

Hot dog! I strolled a little further past the book box until I reached the green metal bus stop bench! Right under the footrest, caught in the textured pavement, was a discarded yellow bus transfer ticket with crisp accordion folds. Resting right next to it was a polished silver washer from someone's bicycle bell. I gripped the washer with both plush hands and pressed it flat over the corner of the ticket so the noon breeze wouldn't blow it away. With the paper propped neatly upright against the curb, it looks just like an official ticket booth ready for the next traveler!