Dana Miller was a bus driver in the city of Philadelphia. Her working hours were from 10.00 pm till 6:00 am. It was a hard job and very few women worked as bus drivers in those days but Dana loved her job very much. One of her regular passengers was a guitar player. Every Friday night he got on the bus carrying his guitar. The guitar was made of wood, not plastic and Dana liked the way it sounded. “You should come to see our show,” the guitarist kept saying to Dana. “I will see it one day,” Dana promised each time, but she never said when exactly she would go. Another passenger who often used Dana’s bus was a Biscuit Lady. She worked at the biscuit factory and often gave Dana a small bag of biscuits. Dana didn't like sweets and pastries very much but she could never resist those biscuits — they were so fresh and tasty. “How was your night?” Dana’s husband liked to ask her when she came home. “Good music, good food and a great view of the city,” she cheerfully answered. “I wish I enjoyed my work as much as you enjoy yours,” her husband said, “ but I’m going to have just another boring day at the office.”
Dana Miller was a bus driver in the city of Philadelphia. Her working hours were from 10.00 pm till 6:00 am. It was a hard job and very few women worked as bus drivers in those days but Dana loved her job very much. One of her regular passengers was a guitar player. Every Friday night he got on the bus carrying his guitar. The guitar was made of wood, not plastic and Dana liked the way it sounded. “You should come to see our show,” the guitarist kept saying to Dana. “I will see it one day,” Dana promised each time, but she never said when exactly she would go. Another passenger who often used Dana’s bus was a Biscuit Lady. She worked at the biscuit factory and often gave Dana a small bag of biscuits. Dana didn't like sweets and pastries very much but she could never resist those biscuits — they were so fresh and tasty. “How was your night?” Dana’s husband liked to ask her when she came home. “Good music, good food and a great view of the city,” she cheerfully answered. “I wish I enjoyed my work as much as you enjoy yours,” her husband said, “ but I’m going to have just another boring day at the office.”
