Yeah, I said it. You buses ...good job on not stinking. I'm amazed how buses never seem to let themselves stink. And it's not the time of the day; I've ridden buses early in the morning to late at night. But I've definitely ridden school buses and subways before and they all have that 'people-were-horded-in-here-all-day' smell to them.
No really. A kid was suspended for farting. Now consider the movie Bully where kids punch, choke and abuse each other, to parents that rage at you for small stuff, to kids having the goal to not sit down on a moving bus, bus drivers have many things to worry about when they drive around the future generations. But seriously, farting?
I may hate driving. I may even hate driving anything other than a compact car. But I so always wanted a hippy van. No, not a shag wagon or a creeper van, but a full-on, painted-to-hell HIPPY VAN. I wanted a van so colorful that it made you trip out sans drugs; you could lick it and swear you were on acid, and could never evade anyone in the tri state area. Was it the years of my childhood watching Scooby Doo? Was it my guilty longing to be born in the 60s? Or the open dialog on drug use and its effects?
I don’t know, but hippy buses just appeal to me.