The 7:03 Goes Back to School
Author
Richard Kemner
Date Published
The 7:03 Goes Back to School
A Florida downpour, six dry kids, and one garbage truck that came prepared.
Florida has a deal with its residents. The thunderstorm comes at 3 PM. Everyone plans around it.
On the first day of school, the 3 PM storm showed up at 6:40 AM. It was eleven hours early, like it had somewhere to be.
Gary heard it on the roof of the cab and said one word: “Tommy.”
Russ didn’t ask. Russ just drove.
Stop After Stop, Faster
Here's a thing most people don’t know about a garbage route: it can flex. Not much. A few minutes here or there. You bank them one stop at a time with clean lifts and good corners. If you're lucky, you can spend them all in one place.
Gary and Russ banked eleven minutes in pouring rain, and they spent every one of them at the corner where the school bus stops.
The Bus Stop
Big Bertha pulled up to the corner at 7:03 exactly, the way she has every Tuesday of Tommy’s entire life. She parked so her body blocked the wind and most of the sideways rain.
Russ dug into the cab and came out with the emergency ponchos. They were lime-green with an RDK swoosh on the back. They've been folded in the door pocket since forever because Gary believes in being prepared for anything. When he remembers, of course.
Six kids went to school dry that morning under a garbage truck’s windbreak. They were wearing safety ponchos sized for grown men and looked like the world’s smallest road crew.
Tommy was five years old now: a kindergartner and a veteran of four years of Tuesday arm pumps. He walked to the bus like a man reporting for duty.
He turned at the door. He pumped his arm.
Bertha flashed her lights twice. The bus driver honked back. It was a whole thing.
The Umbrella Nobody Talks About
For the record, somebody stood at that corner the whole time holding an enormous golf umbrella over the line of kids, checking names off a clipboard she was not asked to bring.
That somebody? Her name was Mrs. Kravitz. When the bus pulled away, she folded the umbrella, informed Gary that idling near a school zone is a citable offense, and promptly went home.
There were dry cookies in a tin at the bus stop bench. Nobody saw her leave them. Nobody ever does.
From everybody at RDK Truck Sales — have a great first day of school, Tampa. Watch for buses, watch for kids, and give the truck a wave if you see her. She’ll wave back with her lights.
Gary, Russ, Big Bertha, Tommy, and Mrs. Kravitz are affectionate fiction. The 3 PM storm showing up whenever it wants is real. It’s Florida.
