"Well, had a fun evening. Got out of the old second shift sweatshop and rushed to catch the 9:32 East Nightline--the one running clockwise. I was right on time but it was nowhere to be seen. So, having nothing better to do than to get myself a little exercise, I took a little stroll.
I wandered along the route for nearly two hours, feeling like a lost tribe only smaller, and finally succombed to by blisters and had a nice little rest at Eleventh and Kingston. And, presently, I was rewarded by the sight of the Nightline rounding the corner at Eleventh and Sheridan at 11:42 p.m.
He was only two minutes ahead of, as they used to say in the railroad business, The Advertised at that point. But, apparently, he was early enough to have beaten all of the other second shift refugees, as he was running old L903 quite empty. And, apparently, he didn't consider himself early enough, because upon entering the westbound lanes of Old Route 66 he immediately tried to run the automobile in the right lane off of the road, and when he thought better of that, tried to out-drag it. Upon seeing me calmly waving like a semaphore, he graciously and to my undying devotion condescended to forfeit his drag race and stop for me.
He then did me a great favor. He took off down Eleventh like greased lightning, extending his commendable two minute lead on The Clock by enough to pass Yale at 11:45 and to cross Utica at 11:50, when he was supposed to be crossing Yale. He certainly succeeded in relieving us of the inconvenience of having to stop for other passengers, instead leaving them struggling to their stops unfortunately over-secure in their belief that Tulsa buses NEVER run early, and got me home only an hour and fifty-three minutes late rather than a full two hours.
One wonders why they don't just run the Nightline in the Afternoon..."