Worst night EVER

It started out by me getting asked out by two homeless guys. It's not a big deal, I get asked out by the homeless a lot. Normal guys don't find me attractive, it's just the bums.



I'm downtown and this woman runs in front of my bus, causing me to slam on the brakes and honk at her. She wants my bus and unfortunately I have to pull into the stop because there are other people waiting for me. The jaywalker tries to get on and I tell her she can't get on and she has to wait for the next bus. She's an older Asian woman who can't speak English very well. We end arguing for about two minutes. I finally relent and let her on the bus. This guy gets on after her and says to me "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE TROUBLE, YOU FUCKIN' BITCH! YOU'RE A FUCKIN' BUS NAZI!" I look at him and refuse to acknowledge him.



He goes and sits at the back of the bus. He then tells everyone what a bitch I am. It gets to the point where the entire bus hates me. Every time someone new gets on the bus, the rest of the passenger proceeded to tell them how I'm such a bitch. Meanwhile, the woman I tried to refuse service to speaks up. "I understand your rule for not eating on the bus but you can't make up your own rules. You have no right to refuse service to anyone" "Actually, I can refuse service to anyone I want. It's my bus and if I don't feel comfortable with the passengers, I can kick them off." I reply. She starts arguing back. I interrupt her stream of insults by saying "Look, it doesn't matter any more. You're on the bus, I don't want to argue with you anymore."

Every time someone gets off the bus, they either give me the finger and/or say "Fuck you bus Nazi!" Now, don't get me wrong, I can handle abuse. It unfortunately happens all the time. It's just when you're being insulted by over a hundred people within the span of half an hour and you know you were right in your actions, it starts to hurt. I made it to the terminus without any major crying jags or fist fights, although I was close numerous times. I get off the bus, have my cigarette, do some meditation and ten minutes later I'm ready to drive again.

As I'm turning off of the bridge that leads out of downtown a taxi starts drifting into my lane. I slam on the brakes (with a full standing load of drunks...they all flew into the windshield!) and lay on the horn. He keeps moving and hits my front bumper. I stop the bus and watch as the taxi aka fuckin' ass drives off. Now there is no way in hell he didn't notice hitting a bus. I pull the bus over and inspect the damage. The bumper is intact without a bit of paint on it. No damage! Fuck this shit, I'm not even going to call this accident in. There's no point, the taxi's gone and the company will never even know that I was hit.

I get to the end terminus, put the wheel blocks behind my rear wheels and go to the washroom. I come back to see a homeless guy in the process of stealing my wheel block. Just to clarify, this is a chunk of wood, and it's absolutely worthless, he won't be able to sell it on the street. "Hey what do you think you're doing? That's my wheel block!" I shout. He looks back and takes off running.

Fuckin' hilarious! A wheel block. What the hell is he going to do with it? Name it and keep it as a pet? Use it as a pillow?