>n’s bus driver is one serious piece of work.

Bus Driver: “You need to turn your lights off babe” ~Beckons toward my house where my porch lights are still turned on.
Me: ~Giving a look that hopefully conveys my anti-”babe” feelings. “Oh.. we got a late start this morning so…”
Bus Driver: “I try to get here early because the family after you guys are constantly complaining to the school that I am always late picking up in the morning… And I’m NOT.” ~Rolls her eyes
Me: “…..” ~Wondering why I’m being subjected to this story. Again.
Bus Driver: “Yes. The school had to talk to that Mom because she used profanity against me.” ~Raises her eyebrows and looks at me to make sure I am properly astonished.
Me: “……….” ~Trying SO hard not to laugh.
Bus Driver: ” I’m a GOOD bus driver.” ~Looks at me, obviously waiting for affirmation.
Me: “Well…. we have no complaints.” ~Still trying not to laugh.
Bus Driver: “Thank you sweetie. Have a blessed day.”

I think I can let this conversation and the humor involved just stand on it’s own…
But…. “…used profanity against me” and “I’m a GOOD bus driver” are absolute GEMS. Those two phrases have provided Tyson and I with much enjoyment over the last two days. We can’t stop trying to find ways to say them to each other. “I’m a GOOD bus driver” was said with so much feeling that it is almost hard to laugh about…. but obviously I’m a little bit mean and can’t help myself.

I give you free reign to use the “… used profanity against me” phrase.
I promise you’ll have fun with it.
I know I have.

Have a blessed day.