The wheels on the bus go round and round

I ' M O N T H E B U S
On my way back from D.C. somehow I managed to snag a front-row seat on the top deck of our double-decker. I learned it's not that great of a seat: in the event of an accident, I'd be the first to go. But even worse, I had a bird's eye view of all sorts of bad and selfish driving by others -- I didn't want a camera, I wanted a laser gun.











