Imagine: Nico, the public bus driver. Cutting people off in traffic; whipping corners so fast the back end lifts off the asphalt; slamming into potholes so hard, commuters kiss the ceiling. ๐ Babies are crying, coffee cups are flying, and someone vomited in the aisle ten rows back. Are they breaking the sound barrier? What year is it?
People see her bus coming and are willing to be late for work while they wait a half hour for the next one. โHard pass,โ they all collectively say as they avoid eye contact when she opens the door, snapping at them to hurry the hell up.
Not today, Satan.
โSuit yourselves!โ She reaches for the handle. โLater, losers.โ
Big sigh of relief from the unrelated group of strangers standing at the bus stop. Dodged a fucking bullet. Theyโll live to see another day.
