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Bus stories, pt. 4

I'm pretty sure there was a holiday yesterday called Eat On Ryan's Bus Day. Every single trip I had somebody eating some horrible food (McDonalds, Taco Bell) that tastes horrible and smells worse. They were also all sitting in the same seat. Now not only is eating on the bus prohibited, it's just plain rude. Nobody wants to smell that cheesesteak. Or watch you chew with your mouth open. Or sit down on your used ketchup packets and put their feet in your trash. By the end of the night my demeanor had gradually shifted from "Attention passengers: Eating is prohibited on Metro Transit Vehicles" to "Hey! You in the back! Put cho food away, son."

Quote of the night: "Do you interfere with a 16?"

Comments (4)

Wait a minute, since when do you hate Taco Bell? I thought that was a love-affair dating back to the Dit Skarn days...

Anna:

I admit, sometimes I bring a doughnut that I get from the spanish bakery on the bus. Is it really that bad. . . I keep it in the bag and I rip of little pieces at a time. But if you tell me to stop I will. I don't want bus drivers to have bad days.

ryan:

if you don't make a mess and it doesn't smell like a sack of assholes, nobody will even know.

Anna:

Ok, good. cause today I had a churro and it made me happy.

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