Lift

This morning while I was walking to the bus stop, a car pulled up over the road. The window wound down and someone called out asking whether I wanted a lift. It was the people who live over the road towards the end of the row. They moved in about a year ago. I didn't recognize them and didn't recognize the car. They obviously knew who I was. I probably look a bit distinctive in my 'flowerpot men' hat. I said they could give me a lift as far as the terminus. There are bus shelters there. If I went to the nearest stop there aren't any.