I Love Riding the Bus
On my way in to Our Law School today, I sat near the front of the bus. The seat was at just the right angle to see the bus driver's face in his rearview mirror. Idly glancing up at one point, I watched in fascination as he used his tongue to slip his dentures in and out of his mouth, much like a bored student might click his ballpoint pen or drum his fingers on the desk without really being aware of it.
posted by katze @ 1:23 PM
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My friend shared an interesting experience he had while riding the bus.
He was also sitting near the front, next to the door, and noticed the driver's shirt was untucked and his legs were bare. He assumed the guy was wearing shorts, even though it recently got quite cold.
Then he noticed a pair of trousers hanging on the wall behind the driver's seat, and realized that the driver wasn't wearing any pants.
Luneray
OOOHHH! OOOHHH! I'm gonna WIN!
Last week, a homeless guy got on the bus swinging an open whiskey bottle, sat down a seat away from me near the back, unzipped, whipped out his junk, and pissed on the floor! (Really! 61C outbound!)
-M-Dad
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