When we first got to the university, we were warned of the ACRs: Alachua County Residents. One of the buses that goes by my house is always full of them. One morning I was annoyed because there were two guys with their bags on seats and women standing. This morning one smelled like his skipped the shower. Two stops after mine, one got on reeking of a days-long alcohol binge sans soap and water. His scent hit the bus before he did. Then he apparently didn't know about the price jump and argued with the bus driver about it.
I don't know what he said.... but she got buck!
"DON'T YOU BE COMIN ON MY BUS TALKIN TO ME LIKE THAT! I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK I AM."
"mumble mumble mumble" I have no idea what he said and he was closer to me than she was.
Bus slams to a stop and doors pop open.
"YOU CAN GET OFF AND THE POLICE OR WHOEVER ELSE CAN COME PICK YOU UP! TALKIN TO ME LIKE THAT! DON'T BE COMIN ON THIS BUS DISRESPECTIN ME!!"
He's silent. She drives off and they're both mumbling. She loudly, him under his breath... two seats away from me. I'm looking around and the 5 other students on the bus all look like their about to wet their pants and praying no one pulls out a weapon. I'm glad my stop is next. I make it off the bus thanking the driver (why?? for scaring the everyone on the bus???) out of habit and because I figure she needs some appreciation in her day. She tells me and the rest of the people who thank her while disembarking "Have a nice day" in the most pleasant of voices. All I could do as I walked to class was shake my head and laugh.... clash of the ACRs.
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