I have a hard time making friends. I happen to be really shy, and I always feel like I say the wrong things to people. So, instead of possibly looking like a fool, I just keep to myself.
About a month ago, one of the moms at the bus stop started talking to me in the afternoons. She is a big talker, so basically all I had to do was nod my head every now and then because she did all the talking. It took her a week to tell me her entire life story, and trust me, there were things I could have lived the rest of my life without knowing. I think she felt we had a connection because she had just moved to SC from Pennsylvania, and I am originally from New York.
One of the things I know about her is that she is a nursing assistant. Several days a week she would show up at the bus stop in her scrubs, ready to head to work as soon as the kids got off the bus. She worked for a staffing company in different nursing homes in the area. I am familiar with a lot of them because my husband used to be a CNA when we first got together, and he worked for a competing staffing agency. He didn't need to wear uniform scrubs, though. He just needed to wear white shirts and pants. I think they should have been required to wear green scrubs or something, because the white always got so dirty. He would come home with who knows what all over his clothes, and it took a lot of bleach to get them white again.
Anyway, last week, my new friend moved across town, and her son will be going to a different school. I am going to miss listening to her go on and on about herself at the bus stop. Okay, not really. I can now go back to reading peacefully while waiting for the bus, especially now that I have my new eReader.