A little boldness is good for the soul

The big melt is over so today I'm going to rant a bit and talk about the bus people from Mars. I say they are from Mars because they can't possibly be from around here.

Here is the typical daily scenario:
The first persons to get to the bus pick-up area generally should be the first in line on the bus. Not so at all. At least half the martians wait in their nice warm cars until the bus shows up, then go right to the front of the line. Where in the hell did they learn this? It you did this at school you had to go to the back of the line. If you did this at a concert you would get your ass butt-kicked.
Not only do they go to the front of the line, they hurry to pick their favorite seat, and then proceed to hog the seat beside them by dumping all of their baggage there.

These people are all adults. Adult martians no doubt.

So, why am I taking the bus anyway, and why don't I suck it up and quit whining? Good question. I drove 100 km a day for almost 20 years. When I first started to drive it was no problem. 20 years later the traffic is, well, you can imagine. I was going to buy a gun and start shooting tires out. So that is why I'm taking the bus.

So I should suck it up and quit complaining? Nah, what fun is that? Today my friend and I decided wtf, and we quietly got out of our cars, we looked at each other and without saying a word we knew what to do...we both went right to the front of the line.

Something to ponder: But the fruit that can fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me.~Mary Wortley Montagu, The Answer