My New Commute - Character 3

A small woman appears curbside, even smaller as one looks down and sees a shortened leg in a thick boot. Despite this impediment, she dresses in miniature, a full-length winter coat, a hat, and even matching socks above the regular and the adjusted shoe. She often appears on the corner and navigates across the street while there is still plenty of time left on the crosswalk indicator. She walks to the bus stop. This morning the bus pulled up; she cannot pick up her pace to get to the line, but she makes it. Perhaps, the driver is a regular who knows of her handicap. I continue down the next several blocks, made yet again grateful for my two healthy feet whose flaws of turning out ducklike at a young age and supporting thighs that were not ogle-worth are insignificant. To my surprise, I see the small woman ahead of me, crossing yet again another street. I realize the blocks I have taken in stride are more than a challenge for her. I watch more carefully. Does she work where I work? What is her destination? She walks with an irregular tilt to the door of MacDonald's. Is this her morning routine? A bus ride to breakfast.