We get the flu, the sniffles too and all the childhood woe. But we’re the guys who still must rise,and off to work we go. For some would fuss if that old bus weren’t standing at the gate. While Jim and Fred get out of bed, they yell: “Hey driver, wait!”
I’m sure you know that years ago, back in the olden days. We walked to school and as a rule ’twas all uphill both ways. We love our jobs, the Janes and Bobs who ride with us each day. But we’ve become a little numb from things along the way.
Like parents who without a clue, want Jimmy off the bus. “Against the law! But I’m, his Paw!” They rant and fume and cuss. Then there’s the car who thinks you are the reason why he’s late. He strips his gears and then just clears the kids there by the gate. And here’s a quote that gets my goat, as if it’s what you did: “And where were you when my sweet Sue got hit by that mean kid?” Now I was here, that should be clear, not really doing much. Try keeping lids on sixty kids, and not miss stops and such. Our day is crowned when with the sound of barfing in the seat; We stop the bus, its up to us to keep it clean and neat. And there’s the joys of yells and noise, it really is absurd. For then Inez comes up and says: “Jack used the bad F-word!”
Now some might see how this could be a burden now and then. But not for us who drive the bus, we’ll do it all again!
Roger Kimmel r.kimmel@juno.com
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