I live on a hill and sometimes depending on when I am up and about I have coffee on my front porch and get to see the two boys diagonally across the street walk uphill to the bus stop.
There is another bus stop down the hill but the uphill stop is closer.
One morning I told the boys they ought to get on the bus at the uphill stop and get off the bus at the bottom of the hill.
"Why should we do that? the older one asked.
"So that when you get to be my age you can tell your children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews that it was uphill both ways when you went to school." I answered triumphantly.
The older one looked at me a tad confused, then instantly figured out where I was coming from and grinned.
I went inside and forgot about it.
Later in the mid afternoon I felt like a rare caffeine blast and nuked a cup of breakfast leftover coffee and wandered onto the front porch. I looked down the street and promptly snarfed.
There were the two boys walking up the street from the downhill bus stop!
It made my day.
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