Epic Traffic Jam Hands up "I'm new to the industry, oh, the glamorous life of a bus driver! Picture this: I pull away from the bus stop, engine purring like a caffeinated kitten, ready to tackle the urban jungle. But just as I hit my stride, I slam into an impenetrable wall of traffic. My bus, my majestic chariot, becomes a mobile waiting room. I sit there patiently, practicing the ancient art of Zen and the Art of Bus Maintenance. I watch the world go by at a pace that makes snails look like Formula 1 racers. The passengers behind me start to fidget, their collective energy shifting from mildly annoyed to downright restless. Someone coughs. Another person sighs dramatically. I’m pretty sure I hear a toddler aging into adulthood back there. Ten minutes crawl by. Not one inch has been gained. The bus hasn’t budged. The tension is thick enough to butter toast. The car in front of me remains stoically unmoved. I start to wonder if it’s taken root and begun photosynthesis. And the...
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