he looks friendly, doesn't he?
Yesterday, I took a bus route that I was unfamiliar with. At Bathurst station I asked if this “express to exhibition” bus would stop at Fleet street. It obviously didn’t, but I was in a rush. The bus driver put his arm around me and said “eh.. eh yea jew know, fo you, I’ll a work somethin out". So I was kinda like, uh, yea? You sure? Should I just wait for the Bathurst Southbound Streetcar? And he was all like "shhh just don’t tell anyone eh! You know, if you don’t say nothin, then no one will know. I’ll work somethin out fo you. Justa get on yea? Shhhh”
So I got on. And by King Street he turned on the automated voice of God that tells you what stops are next. 10 stops later, the voice says "fleet street is next". So, thinking may be he had forgotten, I ran the dingy bell thing, got up with a smile and said thank you. But no… then he yelled at me for ringing the bell and blowing his secret under-cover courteous bus driver scam.
Ugh, anyways, this story was much more interesting in my head.
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