baby, you can drive my bus
I took the bus home from the gym today, as I generally tend to do, and it was a normal bus ride, really, except for one thing. At one point, the driver pulled over to the curb (at a spot where there was no bus stop, mind you), a navy blue minivan pulled over in front of the bus, and the two drivers proceeded to switch spots. I recognized the driver of the minivan as one of the other various bus drivers, so that was all kosher, but the seemingly random switching of spots thing had never happened before, so of course my overactive imagination started buzzing. And now, I have this story in my head where the two bus drivers live together like Bert & Ernie, and make each other's lunches and stuff. Oh, and share a vehicle, of course. Dude, you know that if Bert & Ernie ever got a set of wheels they'd go for a navy blue minivan, or, like, one of those God-awful hideous station wagons with the wood panelling.
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Clearly I have put far too much thought into this.
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Clearly I have put far too much thought into this.