I apologize if this is off topic, I am writing a mystery novel about a bus driver, with a sub-plot of religious tension, instead of the all-too-common sexual tension found in most cozies today. In this scene I want to illustrate how devout the other bus drivers are. The only concordance I have is the one in the back of my bible, so I am hoping that you will be able to offer three or four suitable scriptures that will complete the scene.
I entered the drivers’ lounge and took a seat at the long folding table; the three couches positioned in a semi-circle in the middle of the lounge were occupied. Four drivers sat on the couches, studying their well-worn bibles.
Finally Beverly started. “Did I tell you about the man who got on my bus without paying yesterday?” She was answered with silence as the others continued flipping back and forth between bookmarked pages. As she began her story the others closed their bibles and half listened, half prepared their answers.
I was driving the Route #20 Virginia Beach Boulevard, stopped at the Charlotte Street line-up downtown. When this young man, in his late 20’s, just walked on the bus and proceeded to sit down in the back. Well I said to the man, ‘That’s $1.50, sir.’ And everyone’s looking at him and he’s looking at everyone else, acting like he don’t know what I’m talking about.
So I say to him again, ‘You have to pay $1.50, sir, or you can’t ride.’
Then he says, ‘Oh, I ain’t got no money.’
So I say to him, ‘Well then you can’t ride the bus until you pay.’
Then he says, ‘This is where you call your supervisor, and she tells you to, go ahead and let me ride just this once.’
Now I’m thinking, forget the supervisor, We’re going straight to the police this time. But instead I said to him, [appropriate scripture].
The three drivers give a “hmmm” at the same time. Janet replies, “Well if this young man got on MY bus without paying, I’d say to him [another fitting scripture]”
I entered the drivers’ lounge and took a seat at the long folding table; the three couches positioned in a semi-circle in the middle of the lounge were occupied. Four drivers sat on the couches, studying their well-worn bibles.
Finally Beverly started. “Did I tell you about the man who got on my bus without paying yesterday?” She was answered with silence as the others continued flipping back and forth between bookmarked pages. As she began her story the others closed their bibles and half listened, half prepared their answers.
I was driving the Route #20 Virginia Beach Boulevard, stopped at the Charlotte Street line-up downtown. When this young man, in his late 20’s, just walked on the bus and proceeded to sit down in the back. Well I said to the man, ‘That’s $1.50, sir.’ And everyone’s looking at him and he’s looking at everyone else, acting like he don’t know what I’m talking about.
So I say to him again, ‘You have to pay $1.50, sir, or you can’t ride.’
Then he says, ‘Oh, I ain’t got no money.’
So I say to him, ‘Well then you can’t ride the bus until you pay.’
Then he says, ‘This is where you call your supervisor, and she tells you to, go ahead and let me ride just this once.’
Now I’m thinking, forget the supervisor, We’re going straight to the police this time. But instead I said to him, [appropriate scripture].
The three drivers give a “hmmm” at the same time. Janet replies, “Well if this young man got on MY bus without paying, I’d say to him [another fitting scripture]”
