B Dalton, Bookseller stopped the bus on my way to the airport on Wednesday. He just wanted a schedule. He gets on and starts looking for the schedule of some bus, an express. Thanks, pal. Hold up the local, instead of waiting for the express. Or calling.
It took him, I kid you not, five minutes. He then says, "I can't find it." A guy two seats back gets up, picks up the schedule that he's looking for and hands it to him.
How ironic that the guy who sells books...can't read!
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