Mar 25, 2010 00:54
Let me tell you about the bus today.
So I'm taking the York Rocket to York at about 6:30 pm. This means that the bus was pretty much empty. Maybe there's five, six people tops.
So we turn into the York loop and the bus driver is stopped by his supervisor. We've stopped 35 seconds away from our stop. So the bus driver is talking to his supervisor about something bus-related when these jackasses at the back start pushing on the door. The bus makes a buzzing noise by the driver whenever they do this. The bus driver turns around after the first time and says "hey, just a minute." The kids do it again. The bus driver says "No, seriously. Just one minute!" The kids do it again. This time purposely holding the door for longer. The bus driver's supervisor must have noticed that the bus driver is shouting back and asks what's up and he says something like "oh, I don't know. They're just doing something." He then starts to put the bus back in gear. All of a sudden this douchebag sitting across from me yells at the bus driver "You can't talk like that!" The bus driver is like "?!??" and the douchebag is all "You can't call them they! They're not animals! You can't fucking treat people like this!"
So, I'm all shocked because I don't understand why this kid is jumping in, the bus is clearly moving in the direction of the stop (25 seconds away), and he's not even a part of the jackasses in the back. But then the bus driver flips the hell out. He asks the kid "what the hell are you talking about! Get the hell off the bus!" To which the kid responds "That's what I'm trying to do! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" And the bus driver stops the bus and the kid gets off. We continue on 20 seconds later, where the bus driver opens the doors, stops the bus, and jumps off the bus and runs up to the kid he kicked off the bus. I really wanted to say something cutting to the asses in the back of the bus but seeing as how the busdriver/douchebag scenerio was playing out thought it'd be best to not say anything to them.
We all get off the bus, all the millions of kids leaving York pile onto the driverless bus.
The bus driver, the kid, and the supervisor are all yelling at each other and I'm trying to find the number for York security. Cause I don't know. It felt weird to not do anything when I had heard everything/seen everything. And I didn't want the bus driver to hit the kid, or the kid to seem like an innocent party, or whatever. But then a really hot girl from my class showed up and asked me if she could buy me a cookie from Tim Hortons. It was chocolate chip. And delicious.