The Stinky Bus

I really must comment on the stinky bus, its not a choise of transportation but a must. I work too far away to walk and not be on time, although I am considering this very much.

The stinky bus is not so bad in the morning, most people like me are pretty well full of freshness from showers and clean clothes, for the most part ...

Then there is that particular passenger, who comes on and you are instantly assaulted by their bitter best perfume, which they no doubt drounded themselves in before leaving home. I wonder if they left a creature living before they departed. Don't those people know that their perfume is offensive to some especially those who have breathing issues? Ok we know you love your perfume, but what are you really hiding ????

And then there are the dumpster divers, who have been very busy as 6 am in the morning stealing what they can from the recycling program - yea just think, they come from all races and some even immigrate here so they can steal from the recycling program - what??? isnt' our government taxes paying you enough?? oh my my my my ... cynical as I am I have NO empithy for these people who steal from the recycling bin and then get free transport down to the recycling plant - again stealing from the average Joe Blow who works pretty darn hard for minimum wage, so you can steal a ride...

If that it not enough, thre is always the person next to you who doesn't know what deoderant is ... no I guess you won't find that in the garbage, will you.

Yes I am getting cynical in my old age and guess what? I don't care.

So now its time to go home, yet once again I must board the stinky bus and avoid those things that people disrespectfully left behind, like that geen gob that you could have used a hanky for. Or the dude who insists on breathing their lunch on me, ok go stand somewhere else before I barff and add to the stinky bus.

I reach for my own brand of stinky hand cream, rub it in good and head out to catch, the stinky bus. When I get on its ok because the big load on happens later. I trip on to the back, crank on some American Idol and in particular James, who soothes me all the way home, and you got it, breath my own special brand of stinky hand cream. How do you like that???

Tomorrow this will replay itself again, and do you think for the time the bus is off the road, they will at least wash the green gob off the floor ? NOPE notta chance .. sigh ... I really need to retire ... and not take the stinky bus ....