Driving Lessons

The other day just as I was about to cross a street a bus came careening by and tried to take the corner from a two-lane street into a one-lane one. And took down a traffic sign that had been standing innocently on the corner. So now the bus was stuck, impaled on the traffic sign in its flank. The driver tried to back up, into the two-lane road, where the next vehicles were already piling up. At this point I noticed that the bus belonged to a driving school. As the driver tried, as gently as possible, to disengage from the traffic sign while not blocking traffic in all directions for longer than necessary, and also while not losing his composure in the face of the aggravation of all and sundry, I saw that it wasn't a he, the driver, it was a she. A middle-aged Arab woman with her hair covered by a kerchief. Learning to drive a bus.