Where do I want to be?

I want to wake in the morning looking forward to the day ahead. I will get ready, don my uniform, grab some breakfast and bid farewell to my wife and son. I will drive to the depot, park the car and collect my running sheet from the office. I will bid a good morning to the others and find my bus. It's had a wash and looks great. The inside has been vacuumed and the washer fluid filled. I carry out my safety checks. It has a full tank of diesel. I enter my bus, putting my bag in the cab and starting the engine. I change the destination and wait for the air pressure to build and the light change from red to green. I feel the bus rise as the suspension levels. We're ready to go. I close the door and I'm off. I run empty to my first stop where I see my regular early morning passengers. They bid me a good morning and I return the compliment. They sit in their usual seats. I drive on picking up people I recognise and those I don't. They are all different, some heading to the shops, some heading to the factory or to see family and others off to catch a train. I may see them later, I may not. But I will see them again - my regulars. The day sails past, just like empty stops. As my shift nears its end, my bus slowly empties as I near my final stop. I'm on-time. I change the display to 'Not In Service' and drive to the depot. I park the bus ready for it to be cleaned and serviced for the following day and take the day's takings into the office with my Wayfarer ticket machine to be tallied-up. I bid a farewell the office staff and head home where my son is waiting for me. He has a new toy he's pushing round the lounge floor - a bus... I look at him and smile.