# 51 Bus

Oh, how I hate the # 51 Bus.
Always late, generally full of bizarre and smelly people who manage to have phone conversations with god and their probation officers simulaneously. Please, spare me from your vapid convesations about who is shaggin who and who is in jail. It is early and I just want to ride an ontime and quiet bus to work. Let me do my small part for the environment and keep my pants clean from stained seats. It’s all I ask.
Well, I will ask one more question: Why are you ALWAYS late? And why does the next bus run right behind the late one making it early?
I call it the ghetto bus and if you want to ride it see what I am talking about, I catch the 6:40 am bus. Don’t bother with the 5:11pm bus because you won’t get home until after 6pm (even though you live a mile and half away).