CD waltz

The bus was late and everybody seems a bit grumpy or maybe it's just because this is the first day after a long weekend.
A sharp turn and we all hear the noise of something sliding and crashing against the doors. The bus driver looks but she is trapped and there is nothing she can do. A guy in front of me, raises and go toward her. He crosses the yellow line and step down in front of the closed door to grab what has smashed there. It is a CD and I am craning to see the title but to no avail. The driver thanks the guy who just smile. The CD makes it back into her bag. All is set back on time for the next stop.