MBTA Bus Route 430

The 430 is a gruff, manly beast.
The 430 barrels through Malden & Saugus, sometimes stopping at the Square One Mall to drop off/​pick up moody rebellious teens & elderly women.
The 430 sometimes runs stop signs. The 430 cares not for your safety — he only wants to feast on your fares & carry you in his belly.
The 430 is early & has already left when you’re needing to get somewhere on time, but is late when you’ve been waiting outside for half an hour & oh, he was supposed to come get me at 1:57, now he’s fifteen minutes late & there’s the 429, where the f*ck IS he? The 430 doesn’t care, your feelings are meaningless. He’ll get there when he feels like getting there. & you’ll just have to wait, pansy.
The 430 shalt not barrel on thy Sunday: for six days the 430 shall labor & do all his work, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of his Lord MBTA.
The 430 makes me sad & sometimes gives me motion sickness. The 430 doesn’t give a shit. He’ll keep barrelin’ on. & as long as he does, I’ll have to ride him anytime I need/​want to go to Saugus & don’t feel like walking…
OH WAIT I HAVE MY CAR HERE NOW! HAHA SCREW YOU, 430. You shall feast on my fares NO MORE! …I mean, unless you want them… Sir. :(
(Two stars because as Unilocal says, «Meh. I’ve experienced better.» Adding one star because I’m a little scared of him.)