Drivin'

I had forgotten how many school buses run around the city every morning.

Since I've been laying around being a lazy slut for the past six months, my brain has started rusting, too. There's nothing like a brain fart to make the dispatcher's day just a little more difficult, and get one's name on the list of drivers that piss 'em off.

But it wasn't too bad... I only bid on a job using the wrong cab number.

It could've been worse....

Of course, you can say that about nearly everything.