So it wasn't a nationally planned event. Not even a local one. Just a Rackley one.
My mom was visiting today, helping Marissa with the boys or with some rest, and I needed some help myself while I was at work. So Mom came to the rescue. She showed up at the bus yard at about the same time as I was returning from my route. She brought me what I'd forgotten and we talked for a bit: she at my front door, I at the helm of my forty-foot-eighty-passenger wonder.
While we were talking, a coworker came out, gave me a funny look, and headed to her car. I thought she needed an explanation, so after Mom left, I pulled up and told her who I was talking to. She didn't believe me. I assured her twice more that I was in fact talking to my mother. She finally admitted to thinking it was my wife. I smiled and went about fueling my bus while she got in her truck and left for home.
The moment touched me and I thought I'd share it with you. I hope this makes your day, Mom.