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To the bus driver on Barrington st. Thursday morning… You know who you are. You know who I am and yes, I flipped you off. Don’t look so shocked. Hell, I’d have done it twice if my other hand wasn’t full. You saw me running to catch you. I saw you. If we looked at each other any longer, I’d have asked to buy you a beer. You were still at the curb when I got to your door, but that’s when you decided to pull away. You gave me a shrug of a half-assed apology. I gave you the finger. So fuck you, bus driver. We could’ve been friends, you jerk. —Black-Gloved Finger Flipper
This article appears in Nov 19-25, 2015.
So… you are at the curb, beside the bus door where he looks at you, shrugs, and pulls away… Liar!
Nukka! You got your wish!
^^ It’s a Festivus miracle!
Allah be Praised
Was it the Number 52? The bus that smells like skid-marked bum cheeks and beard pee?
Nice!!!
Beard pee?
You were not at the curb on time. The bus is on transit schedule not your personal schedule. Was this a new route for you or were you late? On a bright note you did manage to get some exercise with a morning run. Always try and see the positive.
C’man, we know the bus schedule is just a theory/guideline.
Hell, even the go-time is a theory…
that shit hasn’t worked for years.
Wait! What is beard pee? Someone? Anyone?
Ghost Jesus it’s the run-off from a hipster golden shower.
See extremetube for instructional videos.
Did you report this? You should.
That is all. 🙂