The wheels on the bus

What is it with Bus Drivers lately?  They’re so bloody obnoxious!  Yesterday one wouldn’t even give me my change!  So I swore at him (well, I muttered ‘Christ’ under my breath) and stomped to the back of the bus where I proceeded to glare at him in his mirror.  I don’t think he even noticed.

I might have to boycott buses if this continues.  But I love the bus so much, it would be hard to quit them and use the train instead.

Hmmmm.  Conundrum!