Fantabulous Friday Flattery.

A guy gets on the bus dressed head to toe in Ed Hardy. He takes one look at me and says "How you doing? Nice tatts. Wanna go out sometime?" "Sorry, I'm married" I reply.
Real reasons:
1. I HATE Ed Hardy clothing....HATE it enough to capitalize HATE.
2. Anyone who tries to pick up a chick by asking "How you doing" is an idiot.
3. Assuming that because I have tattoos, I have something in common with him.
4. Shortening tattoos to tatts.

Downtown an older business man gets on the bus. He gets right in my face and says "Finally, a cute bus driver". "Thanks" I reply. As he gets off the bus, he comes back up to the front and says "Cute and one of the best drivers I've seen in a long time. Your boyfriend is a lucky man".

Later on I overhear two guys talking about me.
Guy 1: The bus driver is hot eh?
Guy 2: She is. You should ask her out.
Guy 1: No man, I can't date someone who's a better driver than me.

On my last run of the night this guy stands at the front of the bus and begins talking to me. "I was just out at this night club and it was awesome" "Yeah? I haven't been there in years" I reply. "How old are you?" he asks. "26" I say. "Well, you're young at heart. That's all that matters" he says. Young at heart? What the fuck? I'm young, not young at heart. Stupid punk ass teenager! As he gets off the bus he leans into me, pulls out a camera and snaps a picture of us. "You're hot. I'm putting this on my facebook" he tells me. "Go right ahead" I say.

Sometimes it's more fun to drive the drunks around the city than to be one!