The 35 bus driver drives parallel to the 35 that was supposed to be behind him, the better for the two men to yell at each other. “You’re causing a barricade, stupid!” my bus driver concludes.
“Are you talking to me?” screams a little old lady with a cane and plaid, wheeled bag.
“I’m talking to the other bus driver, mind your business!”
“It sounds like you’re talking to me.”
“Are you a barricade?”
“Your wife didn’t come home last night,” she says. “That’s why you’re being like this. You got into a fight with her and she walked out and didn’t come home.”
He ignores her.
“Now everyone’s staring at me,” she says. “Well, God bless you all. God bless all of us.”