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Because bus drivers love talking to people, you decide to sit the closest to her to keep her company!
“You always driving late?” You ask the nice bus driver.
“What…?” The faceless driver seems annoyed by your question.
“Just wondering.” You smile.
“It’s my job, kid. I don’t get to pick the schedule.” She is just answering out of politeness.
“But aren’t you worried something bad could happen?” Now that you think about it, it’s really dangerous.
“Are you trying to intimidate me?” The bus driver gets tense.
“Huh? Why?” You’re concerned, that’s all.
“It sounded like a threat.”
“Whoops, sorry.” You scratch the back of your head.
“Just quit yappin’, kid…”
“You sound worried about something.”
“Like running over someone ‘cause a dumb kid is distractin’ me?! Or maybe hurtin’ my throat tellin’ the same kid off?!” The bus driver shouts as her voice cracks.
“No, that’s not it. It’s *something* else.” You furrow your eyebrows. You can feel it.
“Quack.” Dorothy tells you to fuck off with that. You won’t listen to her honking.
“Stop tryin’ to solve a problem that doesn’t exist. You men are all the same.” The headless driver is losing her patience.
“But I can feel the anguish in your voice.” You point out.
“MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE MY THROAT IS SORE?!” Okay, maybe the bus driver isn’t as nice as you originally thought.
“Stop blaming your throat for everything!” You need her to take responsibility!
“W-What are you talkin’ about?!” The Bus Driver acts confused.
“You can be honest with me.” You get serious.
“ABOUT WHAT?!” She coughs.
“Your problem.” You remark.
“YOU’RE MY PROBLEM.” She takes her eyes off the road, how dangerous.
