We are staying at a private RV park about 5 miles from downtown San Antonio and decide to take the day to visit the famous river walk. We considered riding our bikes but its a bit far for Brielle. The beast is so big its hard to maneuver and parking could be a bear. But the #42 bus stops right across the street from the RV park and takes us right downtown. $4.75 gets all 5 of us a ride and we couldn’t have timed getting on the bus any better.
As we’re riding along with pretty typical city bus folks I decide I need some help figuring out where to get off the bus. Who should I ask? We’re pretty much the only people who aren’t tatted up…one guy in particular is inked up pretty good including a large one across the back of his bald head that reads “Lopez”. I decide I will NOT ask Mr. Lopez for help and instead find an older guy to ask. As the older gentleman is trying to help who should turn around, but Mr. Lopez. Mr. Lopez suggests a stop for us but really I don’t hear anything…I’m still taking in how this guy looks. He must sense my lack of comprehension and says “just get off with me and I’ll show ya”. So, when the bus stops and Mr. Lopez stands up we all follow him off the bus and he very kindly walks us about a half a block to the stairs leading down to the river walk. He describes what we can find in each direction before leaving us to go on our merry way.
Thank you Mr. Lopez for helping us out.
God, forgive me for judging Mr. Lopez based on the way he looked.