December 09, 2006
The School Bus
Originally published January 18, 2005
I rode a Bluebird bus to school every day from 5th grade all the way through high school. I enjoyed doing it because it was a rolling social club. I sat with my friends in the morning and we chattered like chipmunks. It was a great way to start the day.
I didn't ride the bus home a lot, because I was usually playing some kind of ball after school, but when I did, I liked that, too. I got kicked off the bus twice for fighting (that bastard had it coming to him the first time--- nobody else would stand up to him--- and the second time, the other guy hit me first--- but I kinda asked for that one.) It didn't matter. I was a football player at Jenkins High School. I could stand on the side of the road, hang my thumb in the air and beat the bus to school every day.
The school bus was a great flirt-parlor, too. If I saw a girl I liked, I managed to sit beside her and strike up a conversation. If things went well after that, I ended up with a date. That wasn't always a good idea, because sometimes we just didn't hit it off on that date and I couldn't sit beside her anymore. (Damn! Try to grope her titty ONE TIME and she thinks you're a masher!)
I was riding home from the grocery store the other day and I got behind a school bus. These were probably middle-school students, but nothing has changed. The reprobates still sit in the back seat and I had three of them shooting me The Bird every time the bus stopped. I gave 'em the finger back once and they fell out laughing. Little shits. I knew exactly what they were thinking.
If you never rode a bus to school, you missed something special.
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