Why I Love Stupid People, Ch. 1

Preface:
A later afternoon/early evening bus ride from downtown that wasn’t particularly slow or annoying. (Surprisingly)

A white woman in her late 30’s yells out to the driver at a red light.

“Umm can I just get off here…” (like she had seriously waited too long for something.)

The bus driver, who is now my hero, yells back,

“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind getting hit by a car.  I don’t care!”

San Francisco makes me smile… as do afternoons at 83 Proof!

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