Every morning it’s a struggle for absolute supremacy as I try to wake up, get dressed, eat and leave home before being caught behind this one. bus. ..
Quite possibly the slowest bus driver not yet having picked up any kids in North America… Beating this guy (or gal) weekday mornings is the equivalent gauge of the potential flow of my work day as getting in a shower and being unaware of the temperature the water will be upon first spray…
Argh! Curse you, 13-52! Why do you make me so crazy?!