A couple of weeks ago I got on the bus and sat in the front seat.  I noticed that the bus driver was being real talkative.  Having observed some very talkative Bus drivers, I thought nothing of it and proceeded to talk with the driver.  Seeing as how he was real interested in talking, I told him I was new and that I was going to language school to learn the language and that I worked at an international school.  He was asking questions...some I understand and was able to answer quickly and others not so much...such s the repeated word "ledig".  Ach.  I should have remembered that word, but I didn't.  As he was talking, I was nodding and smiling.....Note to self:  don't do that again....nod and smile.  He also kept saying pretty which I was interpreting as good job with the speaking.  (As in you are doing a pretty good job for a southerner who draws out her words).  That was not the case as I was soon to find out.  As we were nearing Kandern after about 30 minutes of talking, the bus driver started slowing the bus down to a crawl and turned to me and asked for paper and pencil.  Huh?!  Shouldn't you be driving the bus and not passing notes?!  Well, I slowly muddled my way through my bag acting like I was looking for pencil and paper.  (Like I was really going to start passing notes to the bus driver!)  Well, he gave up on me and found his own pen and paper.  Ach...I am not in middle school...I'm not going to start passing notes!  You need to be focused on the road dude!  Well, he looked at me...and we were still creeping along the road.  I can only imagine what the other passengers thought.....I was getting a little nervous.  Well any ways, the driver looked at me and said, "Telefonnummer?"  (I think you get that translation!)  What?!?!?  He wants my telephone number?!?!  Ach!  I immediately jump out of my seat and thrust my hand in his face and say, "verheiratet" (as only a true southerner can drawl out such a word) which means married.  Now, I can really only imagine what the other passengers were thinking!  I say this word several times...mutilating it each time and then realize I really need to sit back down and get my hand out of his face so that he can focus on the road.  I do and I hear the bus driver say, "schade"  which means to bad.  Ach!  So, the next 15 minutes were incredibly uncomfortable and a bit awkward but we both made it but not before the bus driver made one more offer.  He told me that if things did not work out between me and my husband he'd be there waiting.  Ach!!

Well when we got to the bus station,  I exited the bus quickly.  I did remember my manners and wished the driver a great weekend before running for my life!   I must say, it's been two weeks and I've not ridden the 1:35 bus since.  So, I have not seen Mr. Bus driver since then.  I don't know if I ever will be able to ride the 1:35 bus again. 

Oh, and by the way, ledig means single.  The bus driver was asking me if I was single and I was politely smiling and nodding my head.  Dumb American!  No wonder the boy asked for my phone number!