Good Bus, Bad Bus

Sometimes I'm on a good bus, but other times I'm on a bad bus. The good bus shows up right on time. Sometimes it's even coming around the corner just as you step off your first bus. You see it behind you and you're all happy and you might even say, 'All right!' to yourself. The bad bus is coming. Just hang in there. Can't be much longer. Try walking out into the middle of traffic again to get a better look. Nope. Darn! Oh well, back to the bus stop. Kinda feel like stretching out. I guess that's impossible the way they've put this barbed wire on the bench. Oh, maybe I'll try the sidewalk. When you step on a good bus, the attractive bus driver greets you warmly, you take your transfer and stroll merrily to one of many comfortable options - leaning towards those which give you a decent view of the cheer leading team, all tuckered out from practice. When you force your way onto a bad bus, a stranger's backside greets you as you struggle to reach the fare box. It takes your money, but a kid climbs over everyone's head and steals your transfer. Then the driver starts power tripping with the P.A. (I do the same thing with my hall echo reverb. You can sound quite convincing while declaring yourself to be various gods. I find 'Noseoples' a very effective name to invoke once in a while. But the driver says:) 'Move to the back of the bus. Never mind where you are going. Sir, there's plenty of room under your armpit if you hold that car battery with one hand. Ma'am, just jump up on your friend there. Pile in, everyone! SCHNELL! SCHNELL!' Plus it smells bad.
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