The Bus

Don’t you just love these school bus drivers today who wait three minutes in front of a kid’s house for the kid to get dressed and come out? They hold up traffic in each direction at rush hour with their fancy red flashing lights while we all wait. When the kid finally comes out he’s kinda chunky and he’s eating a pop tart and he walks slow. And then you have the mom who sits in a car with her kids in someone’s driveway waiting for the bus. Does this family even live in the district? Somebody please check on this. And Mom, if you’re already gonna pack the kids into the car, maybe, just maybe, you could just drive the kids to school? Gas is cheap now. Aren’t these the same people who come into the neighborhood for Trick or Treat and drop their kids off? (“They’ll never get caught ‘cause nobody can’t see their faces.”) And people think I’m crazy for checking ID’s on Halloween. 

When I was a kid, you had to be tough. We walked 3 miles uphill just to get to the bus stop. Then we stood by these huge puddles at the bus stop and got splashed waiting for the bus. It was a wonder all the kids' cigarettes stayed lit with all that water being splashed around. And the bus didn’t stop to pick you up, it just kinda slowed down. And the bus was cold - the only heat came from the cigarettes.

My neighborhood was so tough that our Sunday School was divided by weight class.