Riding the bus

It was warm out today, one of the first really warm days we’ve had this summer. I was walking up 14th St NW and noticed a vehicle in the bus lane.

“I think I’ll take the bus the rest of the way’, I thought.

I got into the vehicle and greeted the driver politely. The air conditioning was a great relief. I didn’t see a place to tap my Metro card but maybe the reader was broken.

“What the [EXPLETIVE DELETED] are you doing in my car?” The driver said, rudely.

“Oh!” I exclaimed. “I think you’re mistaken. See the red paint underneath us? This is a bus lane, so this must be the bus.”

Am I the only one who regularly fantasizes about this? It’s normal, right?

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