My Bus Driver

When I take the bus home (to my cardboard box), I am forced to take two buses. On the first bus, I have a different bus driver every time. But on the second bus, I used to have the same bus driver look at me with the death stare. Like this:

Now most people would say "OOH LOOK AT THAT CUTE LITTLE DOG!" But trust me, it is so creepy when you get on a bus and see this:

Yes, it is an exaggeration, but she looked at me like that. So I went on for one month, having to see the bus driver give me the stare every time I got in her bus. I had no clue why she looked at me like that. She would smile at everyone else, but as soon as she saw me walk in, I got the death stare. I started watching my every move on the bus. I could not notice anything wrong with what I did on the bus. Was my music too loud? No. Were my feet up on the chairs? Nope. There was absolutely nothing wrong with what I was doing.

After trying to find out what was wrong with the bus ride for 30 minutes every day, I found myself at home. I read over every single rule:

1.      Be respectful of others.
I don't talk to anyone on the bus, and whenever there is an elderly person on the bus I get up and let them sit in my spot.

2.      Do not play music for others.
I can barely hear my own music over all the chatter.

3.      No feet on the seats.
There's never a seat to put my feet up on, and when there is, I never put it up.

4.      No skateboarding on the bus.
I don't have a skateboard.

For one month, I just could not figure it out. I was at the end of my rope, reading over the rules twice every time, and making sure I was following them, but she still looked at me like the angry dog.

After one month, she was replaced. This lady smiled at me like how she smiled at everyone else. Immediately, I loved it. Here's the catch: There was nothing to do for that 30 minutes where I would normally try figuring out why the angry bus driver looked at me weird. I missed the old bus driver.

With my feet up on one of the seats and listening to my loud Goth metal music, I cried inside. There was nothing to do on the bus for that half an hour.