So on Thursday morning we took a 135 to drop Xena to school, which, for some reason, was stinking of rotting garbage! (Moonlighting as a garbage truck?)
On Friday morning, as we waited at the bus stop, Xena reminded me that we shouldn't take the 135 if it was stinking.
"But how will we know from the outside if it's stinking?" I asked.
"Mama, this is what we will do. We will flag it, get in, but won't tap our cards. We will take a big sniff and if it's still stinking, we will tell the driver, "Excuse me, your bus is stinking. We can't take this, sorry."
On Friday morning, as we waited at the bus stop, Xena reminded me that we shouldn't take the 135 if it was stinking.
"But how will we know from the outside if it's stinking?" I asked.
"Mama, this is what we will do. We will flag it, get in, but won't tap our cards. We will take a big sniff and if it's still stinking, we will tell the driver, "Excuse me, your bus is stinking. We can't take this, sorry."
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So did it still stink?
Haha, thankfully no we didn't have to embarrass the bus driver AND ourselves!
:)
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