It was about 10:00 at night, I was just wanting to get home. And the bus driver was taking his own sweet time driving the route, all the while leaning forward over the steering wheel in what looked like an uncomfortable and unsafe position so he could croon into the intercom microphone. He was mushmouthed to begin with, and wasn't quite singing actual words, and it wasn't a tune I'd heard before.
It was freakish. I couldn't get off that bus fast enough when we made my stop.
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Date: 2003-10-14 09:54 am (UTC)It was about 10:00 at night, I was just wanting to get home. And the bus driver was taking his own sweet time driving the route, all the while leaning forward over the steering wheel in what looked like an uncomfortable and unsafe position so he could croon into the intercom microphone. He was mushmouthed to begin with, and wasn't quite singing actual words, and it wasn't a tune I'd heard before.
It was freakish. I couldn't get off that bus fast enough when we made my stop.
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Date: 2003-10-14 09:58 am (UTC)