* A new lady sits in front of me today. She's probably in her 60's. She doesn't speak until the end of her trip, when she asks about what subway she should take to get to her job.
"Who puts this together," she asks. It's explained to her.
"I never thought I'd get into a van like this," she says.
Jennifer turns around.
"Does she know the route?" Charlie drives all the way down to Park Ave. before looping back.
"She's been informed," I say. "I've indoctrinated her into The Vanpool."
I have become what I fear.