A woman passed me on the highway today while I was driving the bus �
smiled, blew me a kiss and waved. Don't know if was the bus, the zebra
stripes or this gosh-darn mug of mine. Nah, it was the bus. I get a
lot of that; women are always coming up to me and telling me how much
they looove my bus. Especially the tattooed, pierced type with sh*t
kicker boots. *Yow*

Sigh. Some days I wish I was single and twenty-something again. Then
again, maybe not. But I probably should let my son drive the bus more
often. Man, turning into an old fart sucks. Sure could've used Marty
25 years ago ;)