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The other day was hot. It was hot and nobody was adjusted to being hot. That made people crabby. Not a crabby expressed as much as the kind you feel in the air. To make matters worse, this dummy bus driver had all his windows closed and no AC. What's the deal with this guy? It's the first hot day in Chicago; don't he know that? The pop up exit thing on the roof was closed too. It's an emergency exit, but I always thought of it as some kind of poor man's moon roof. The gang bangers like opening it in the summer and the driver never complains. It's kinda like their job. They open the moon roof. The old dolls nod in affirmation, feeling that breeze come on.
By the time I got to my stop, I was sweating. I didn't feel the sweat, but I knew it was there. I was frustrated. Dummy bus driver. I took comfort in making it across the street and walking near my favorite white vinyl big fence that my dummy neighbor put up. It's so bright and clean. How does he keep it so nice?
The coming home sirens, small single stroke gas/oil powered lawn things, sprinklers, speeders, pizza and sewer cleaning fliers on sidewalks, seamless supply of jets overhead and gang banger car boom booms are all in tune. Unlike their morning equivalents.
By the time I got to my stop, I was sweating. I didn't feel the sweat, but I knew it was there. I was frustrated. Dummy bus driver. I took comfort in making it across the street and walking near my favorite white vinyl big fence that my dummy neighbor put up. It's so bright and clean. How does he keep it so nice?
The coming home sirens, small single stroke gas/oil powered lawn things, sprinklers, speeders, pizza and sewer cleaning fliers on sidewalks, seamless supply of jets overhead and gang banger car boom booms are all in tune. Unlike their morning equivalents.