Do the Bus Driver Stretch

It was early evening.

My stop was the very next one.

The bus driver pulled into a bus stop.

He opened the door.

No one boarded.

He closed the door.

He let the bus idle.

I was the only one on the bus.

He rose to extricate himself from his chair.

I slunk into my seat and smiled politely.

He stood on the chair directly before me.

Then straddled the isle.

I averted my eyes.

He reached for the skies.

I feigned disinterest.

But really, what was this guy doing?!

Click, went the sunroof.

My question was answered.

"Getting cold now isn't it?" he responded to my dubious glancing and went about shutting all the windows.