The bulletproof bus glides through the city. Potholes and pockmarked speedbumps don’t bother it. It does not tear through red lights. It slows down gracefully and gradually until it reaches a complete stop. Unlike other drivers with their buses, the bulletproof bus driver knows and understands the rules. He has Respect for the Law.
Sadaf is the first person I tell all this to. “I’m going to apply for the bus driver job,” I say casually. She is nursing the baby and doesn’t look up and chooses to stay quiet. So I go on pretending to read the newspaper and after five minutes she says, “What do you mean, bus driver job?”