Once, my bus had a substitute driver who didn't know the route. He went down some streets that were too narrow, and we could hear the sound of metal scratching for 20-30 seconds. Looking out the window, we could see he was s l o w l y scraping against a car parked on the road. He didn't stop. 1/2 - ThreadSky

Once, my bus had a substitute driver who didn't know the route. He went down some streets that were too narrow, and we could hear the sound of metal scratching for 20-30 seconds. Looking out the window, we could see he was
s l o w l y scraping against a car parked on the road.
He didn't stop.

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Reposted from Monique Grace Art

There's a distinct class difference between kids that took the bus to school and those that didn't. I remember being the one to pass on the horror stories to my peers of what happened between home and school. Every day, a new tale to tell.

I will tell the best of them here.

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