It’s official: I have to write a collection of short stories, entitled The Complete Wisdom of Weirdos on the Bus. There should probably be something catchier in there, placed before a colon, like maybe “Tell me about your conspiracy theories!” or “Look out!” or even “Wine, Women and Weed.”
It’s all in there, I swear. And I’ve got a new story every day.
People love talking to me on the bus. It must be something in my face that projects, “Yes, I’d love to hear your political rants and a wide assortment of derogatory terms for local minorities!” I’m not sure what that something is, or else I’d try to correct it surgically. But then I wouldn’t have this vast collection of bizarre bus stories, so I guess you win some, you lose some.
Stay tuned for weird bus stories, coming soon to a collection near you.
