So, I ride the bus home from work everyday. It is usually uneventful and I do nothing more then listen to wonderful comedy on my Creative player (rocks any iPod mos def!) . However, this last week ... I don't remember what day it was ... there was an, erm, event.

I got off work at 8 a.m. This was an hour early, which, should have been awesome. I paid my $1.25 and got on the bus, happy to be on my way. So, anyways, I was on my way home ... almost there in fact ... when the bus driver pulled over to the side of the road (which is in the middle of a busy street, so he was basically blocking a lane of traffic) and turned the bus off. Someone sitting up front asked him if there was a problem and he replied, "No, just gonna go grab breakfast." So, I looked out my window and sure enough, we were at McDonalds. So, I'm thinking that this won't take long, maybe 5 minutes, but not too long. As soon as he gets off the bus this short haired, fat women comes puffing outta McDonalds and yells, "Get back in that bus; don't you dare!"

Then, the bus driver wings the damn wheel wedge (probably not what they are actually called) back in the bus and starts swaring to the tune of, "Fucking assholes" over and over again. At this point, I was pretty perplexed as to what the fuck was going on ... later another bus patron told me that women was his manager. So, I think this ordeal is over and settle down to go home again ... NOPE!

The fuckin asshole goes down the street two blocks and pulls over again, stops the bus, and walks off to God knows where. The rest of us on the bus just kinda sat there, well except one girl who just grabbed her stuff and jumped ship, which I did shortly after, walking the 2 miles home. I dunno what happened to the bus driver ... he left to go find food somewhere is what this guy told me who was sitting up front of the bus.

He pulled an asshole trifecta ... blocking a lane of traffic, not getting anyone on the bus anywhere, and not explaining where he was going. This last one would have been nice when I was weighing how long it would take to walk home from where he stopped against how long I thought it would take for him to get back. The whole thing, in the end, was absolutly ridiculous.

Other then that, work is ok .. grumblegrumble .. and home life is filled with empty nights in front of the comptuer.

peace