The Disgruntled Passenger
The bus is late and it is starting to rain,
when the bus arrives, you’ll be sure to complain.
The schedule said it would be there at eight,
once again you are running real late.
You dial Customer service on your cellular phone,
there is no answer and you’re feeling alone.
All you want is to hear a live person,
you can’t get through and the rain starts to worsen.
You take out your umbrella but it will not open,
it is bent out of shape and the button is broken.
Every other bus number arrives at that stop,
It will take some time for your blood pressure to drop.
At this point, you are starting to get nervous,
You begin to wonder if the bus is in service.
You have been splashed by a number of cars,
at the end of this ordeal you’ll be behind bars!
The bus finally comes but you have waited a while,
The driver opens the door and greets you with a smile.
You shout at the driver, “Where the hell have you been?”
“I don’t particularly care for your stupid little grin!”
The driver said, “Sir I’m sorry for running behind
but the rush hour traffic has been quite a grind.”
You step on the bus all soaked and wet,
you want the driver to know that you’re really upset.
You curse out the driver and create quite a scene,
You start to act ignorant, belligerent and mean.
The police arrive promptly and escort you off the bus,
there are things about that morning you need to discuss.
The Officer asked the driver, “Why did this occur?”
he said, “I was late and he became a disgruntled passenger.”
Copyright © Gary Tavares | Year Posted 2006
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