On the way home tonight, there was a couple sitting in the sideways seats across from the backdoor. Clearly one of them had just arrived by plane, but I am not sure which. She was holding a cheezy gas station rose, which I am sure smelt of hotdogs, and she looked like she hadn't bothered to fix herself up. Believe me, nobody understands better than I the tragedy that is "Plane Hair," but c'mon sweetie. Then again, they were all over each other like 10th graders, so maybe it wasn't necessary. But still, he was all dolled up.
Between the two of them, they had a fairly large suitcase. At some point during the make out session, the suitcase gets away from them and falls and hits the backdoors. And breaks the glass in the door. As in, the back of the bus is suddenly a bit more breezy then before. Funquita is driving, so naturally, she doesn't notice. How she didn't, I can't fathom. It made a loud cracking noise. The dude picks up the suitcase and begins making out with the frump again, like nothing happened. Everyone else was just too flabbergasted to do or say anything.
Seriously, peoples, I can't make this stuff up. I occasionally hear, "oh you write about the most clever stuff," or some such nonsense. I swear I don't. I am only reporting on what I see. Truth truly is stranger than fiction. Now get out there and ride the bus!