On the Way to work

Nothing much is happening at work today so far but after this morning's bus ride in to work, my day can't get any worse. As you know the car blah, blah, blah. Anyway, me and my babe made up last night and everything was everything. We got up and out of the house on time. WTF?? I should have known something was up. So, I get dropped off right at the bus stop this morning instead of jumping out in the middle of traffic like I did yesterday. (Mondays are always crazy for me) So, the bus comes and I step on and who's driving the bus? Is that Mr. Wonderful? I thought he worked for another company. Well, it wasn't really Mr. Wonderful but the driver looked like a much older, swollen version of Mr. W.
Me: Good morning :)
He: Um hmm.
Me: Is this the scheduled time of this bus at this stop? (I asked because it was 8:15 and the bus came @ 8:10 yesterday. You'd be surprised what a difference 5 minutes makes)
He: I guess, I leave the mall @ 10 after.
Me: Whatever

Mr. Dart was not in the mood for talking this morning and that was fine. So anyway, this bus was more crowded than yesterday so I knew it had to be a later bus but this muthafucka act like he didn't know what I was talking about. We proceed, picking up more and more people. I began to be reminded of taking 3 buses to high school everyday. It didn't really bother me then but I've been driving for the last 12 years and riding the bus is nothing like I remembered it. We get on Philadelphia and continue on our journey. We pick up a man who looks like a roofer. A roofer, but a roofer on heroin. A complete stoner carrying a cooler, a bag and some other shit. I hope he doesn't sit next to me I think as I clutch my backpack in the empty seat beside me. You know how you be on the bus and there's an empty seat next to you and there is clearly only enough room for a child but a grown as muthafucka as big as you will try to sit there. I wasn't in the mood for that this a.m. So we go on. Next stop, WaWa/McDonald's. THree poeple waiting all with coffe in hand. How I wish we would have stopped at WaWa this morning. I wanted, no fuck that, I needed some cofee. A big 24 oz. I was so tired from "Making up" All night. So three people, three cups of coffee, one and a half brains. (I know that was mean but that was my way of saying they were all mentally challanged.) There were already 2 others like them on the bus. One was talking very LOUD to anyone that would listen. I just kept looking straight ahead so she didn't make eye contact and start talking to me. The other lady appeared to have some sort of problem too, but she was mean with hers. You know how you see those people walking around Broad and Olney or down there by city hall all mean/mad faced, talking to themselves and waiting for one muthafucka to step out of line so they can "Act Crazy" for real. Well she looked like she was looking for a confrontation this morning so still I sat eye straight ahead. When the three cups of cofee got on, they seemed to know the other 2. The LOUD talking and carrying on began. One of the 3 sat next to me. What did I tell you previously about the seat? O.K then Why did he sit next to me? I guess he wanted to be closer to the others. One was his girlfriend, I think. So he sits next to me and he's fucking sweaty, first thing in the morning. It was nice this morning, no humidity, why all the sweat? To top it all off, he smelled sweaty. WTF?? Now I'm irked. I didn't think riding the bus was that bad after yesterday morning but today I was proven wrong. So I tried to hold my breath and just endure the ride, it can't be that bad right? Wrong. Now I'm feeling moist on my right thigh. Is he fucking sweating on me? Yes, he was. Fortunately the person sitting next to his girl got up and he moved behind me with her. Remember, they're behind me. So next stop a wasp must have boarded the bus. Don't you hate when there are insects on the bus and people act like 1. they've never seen a bug or 2. their life is in danger. Its a fucking bee, get a grip. This big grown ass man and his two daughters were sitting where the bee was hovering, looking for a way out through a window. Grown man turns in to little girl and starts swatting the bee with his hand. LOUD MOUTH says HERE!!!! YOU CAN USE MY BOOK!!!! Handing grown as man her search-a-word book that she was just showing off to her friends and taling about VERY LOUDLY. Grwon ass man swats the bee down to the floor and STOMPS THE SHIT OUT OF IT. He didn't step on it once, he fucking STOMPED THE SHIT OUT OF IT. By now, I'm just laughing. I thought I must have been on a hidden camera show at this point. I just shook my head. The ride continues. I'm getting closer to my destination and almost happy that I'm almost at work. Wait, the couple behind me. They're playing Yatzee on one of the little hand held thingys right? "YATZEE!!!!!!" She screams, "I got it on the first spin." She carried on. Then her attention was diverted by an "Unmarked police care." Now she's screaming that. "Look an unmarked car, an unmarked car.!" Now her friends are looking. WTF??? I'm thinking. Then she says, "I just took a lucky guess at that and I was right." I'm thinking, That wasn't a lucky guess, the fucking car is blue, it's a Caprice Classic (typical Narc car) it had spot lights on both sides, a cage seperating the back seat from the front and the driver looked like Nick Nolte. Stevie Wonder could have seen that it was an undercover cop. She went on and on and then my stop came. I was never so happy but getting off the bus I had to hear about how comfortable the seats are on the 301 to Dover, whick also stops at Christina Mall you know? Well at least that's what my "Special Friends" said.