The Roncesvalles streetcar driver told me to take my time

A freezing wind was blowing on Roncesvalles at 11pm when I came running down the street just as the streetcar was closing its doors. The driver saw me, opened them again and said, take your time, I am not going anywhere. I got on, panting, and he was already smiling. It was probably only fifteen seconds. I felt like someone had decided I mattered. I tell the story at least once a week. I have never got the driver's line exactly right. It is better in my head.