This morning, at the crack of dawn, I took my son up to the bus stop. Nobody was there. Usually there are three or four other kids waiting. My son looked at me. I looked at him. And we both shrugged.
Two seconds later, the school bus came barreling around the bend in the road. It didn't look like it was going to stop. Which was unusual, because there's always a kid that gets picked up in front of his house about 500 feet before our stop.
The bus came speeding toward us, and only at the last minute stopped, when the driver noticed my son standing there. Since it was very dark, I couldn't see the driver, but I figured it was the same woman who always sat in that seat. My son cautiously boarded the bus and stood looking at the driver for a couple of seconds before he continued up the steps.
I wondered what the deal was. I didn't have a chance to see who the driver was, or ask why Bubba paused on the steps. But I did see that my son was the only kid on that bus.
Now, I know I have an overactive imagination, because I'm a writer. But don't you think that was a little weird? Now I'm worried I'm never going to see my son again, because I'm absolutely certain that bus was from the Twilight Zone!