Possibly going down the rabbit hole
I’m in a weird situation. I was just backing my car out of the yard yesterday when a long-time neighbor of mine, Phyllis, waved at me. She stopped me for a little chat and told me that things had been a little rough for her and her husband Victor as he had tripped on one of the legs of their front porch swing and has had to use a walker since. I knew that it had been a few years since Phyllis had driven the car so I offered to give her a ride if she was heading to town to get groceries.
You might think that this doesn’t sound so weird, but believe me, this moment was exactly the one when I got the feeling that something was off, because the whole tone of Phyllis’s voice changed. She lowered her voice when she told me, as if she was telling me a big secret, that there’s no need for me to worry. She and Victor had found a means to get around. “You call it as it if was a taxi, but lemme tell you, honey, it sure ain’t one” were her exact words, if I remember correctly.
I responded something noncommittal as I didn’t quite understand what she was talking about when she kept praising the service, smiling from ear to ear. While she was talking, I watched a minibus speed down the street. To my surprise, it stopped in front of us and the front door flew open. “Hop in, Mrs. Richardson, we’ll get you there in no time!” the driver bellowed over the sound of the engine as he waved his arm signaling Phyllis to hurry. She seemed very pleased when she responded "Hey, Big Barry!" Before I knew it, she had jumped in and the minibus was gone.
I didn’t think much of it as my mind was filled with all the errands I had to run until about 20 minutes later I saw the bus again when I was driving along the main street. When I stopped next to it in traffic lights, my curiosity got the best of me and made me take a good look inside the bus. That’s when the things got even weirder. There were a few ladies sitting on the bus, their grey hairdos immaculately groomed, looking actually quite chic, I would say. However, they weren't looking ahead but something in the back of the bus had caught their attention as their heads were turned towards the back of it. That's when I noticed that a different man was driving the bus. The driver that had picked up Phyllis was in the back of the minibus. I couldn’t quite see what he was up to over there, but when the minibus took off, the ecstatic face of the sweet old Phyllis, pressed against the back window, left no room for guessing. She sure was getting the ride of her life. All of a sudden her excitement about the alternative form of transportation made a lot of sense.
Now I am here wondering what the hell is going on with the retired generation in this town. Are my 80-year-old neighbors in an open relationship? Is the polite, always impeccably dressed Victor being cheated on? Or… does he ride the service bus as well? Are these ladies that I saw in the bus aware of the nature of the service that at least some of them are receiving? Are they paying for it or are they being used by some freaks?
As a journalist, I feel compelled to look into this more closely, but in a way, it feels like I might be pushing myself in the middle of my neighbors’ relationship crisis. Then again, she said that she AND Victor had found the bus service, so he might know what is going on. The heck with it! I still remember the name of the bus company because it was printed all over the minibus, so I’ll do a little bit of googling and background search and see if I can find someone to interview and tell me more.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3z6ln3/the_secret_life_of_senior_transportation