Stories from the Bus
12:35 pm on a Wednesday. Bus #23, which turned into #17:
A bastard and his stupid girlfriend walk on the bus.
Bastard: Who you calling?
Girlfriend: What do you care?
Bastard: Remember this. People should call you. If they don’t, then cut them out of your life. Remember that, you hear me?
Girlfriend: Yes. I’ll remember.
A crazy woman enters the bus. Someone immediately opens a window.
Crazy woman, talking to herself: Good. Open that window. Those people smell. Someone should tell them. Because it’s not me. I’m not the one stinkin’ up this bus. It’s them. Someone should tell them to get off this bus already.
The bastard and stupid girlfriend get off the bus at the next stop. Two old Russian women enter. One of them has obviously just peed herself. I am sitting across from her, getting ready to get off the bus.
Russian women: dakjflajdlfjadsjf;ajdsfjaksdjflajdlfj (That’s supposed to be Russian)
Bus driver: Man, I was gonna take today off.
True Story.
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That is awesomeness, "When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story."–Barney Stinton
You just made me feel better about driving.
I think Seattles got the market covered on schizophrenia.
you sure it wasn’t the #3 or 4?
But if it were a chic TROLLEY instead of a plebeian BUS, then everyone would be young and hip and cool…
Ahhh! You were riding my bus. Most interesting route ever!