Bus Driver Stories, Restroom Follies

What is a lunch loop?

The day started uneventfully. My first loop is typically slow with only a handful of passengers boarding or disembarking. That means very few stops and a reasonably quick loop. For those who don’t already know, a standard route starts and stops at the same point. We call that point a transfer stop. Passengers use it to change buses and continue their journey. So, for obvious reasons, we call a one-hour trip around the route, a loop.

Just a little more background is needed before we dive in, bear with me. There are no bathrooms on the bus, so if you have a problem using public facilities, driving a bus will challenge your kidneys, bladder, and bowels.

Because we have a schedule to keep, drivers use public bathrooms close to bus stops. We simply pull up to a stop, secure the bus, and jump out to take care of business. Passengers wait patiently because, well, they have no choice.

Okay, I think that’s enough back-story for this episode.

Our story begins on what we refer to as the lunch loop. You might think the lunch loop is when you take lunch, but that would be wrong. The lunch loop is the loop you complete just before you take lunch. My lunch loop was from noon to 1:00 pm.

I began my lunch loop with an empty bus, and the first few stops along the way were empty, so it was a good time to make a pit stop. There’s a fast-food restaurant (which I will not name) that is conveniently located near one of my stops, and as you might guess, I use the restroom frequently.

I went in and began to use the urinal. I’ll spare the particulars. Suffice it to say, I was in the process of using it as intended when I heard some loud grunts and groans coming from the toilet stall next to me. I figured I better hurry before being overwhelmed by the impending stench. But I’m a bus driver, and we have, by necessity, large capacity bladders. The grunts and groans grew louder until finally, there was a crescendo that faded to a long moan and then silence.


As soon as I could, I finished up and washed my hands. That’s when the guy in the stall started talking to himself. The voice sounded the same, but the words were two different sides of a conversation that went like this.

“Wow, that was big.”

“Told you so.”

“Deep. The last time I did something like that, I literally passed out.”

“Really? How long were you out?”

“About fifteen minutes, I almost had a heart attack.”

I finished washing my hands and went to the hand dryer. It took forever to warm up, probably because I was trying to hurry. I wanted to avoid the stench, and the crazy, lurking in that toilet stall just a few feet away. As the fan began blowing hot air, the door to the stall opened, and two guys walked out. They pretended not to see me as they exited the restroom.

BTW and FYI, they were restaurant employees … and they didn’t wash. Think about that next time you throw caution to the wind and tempt the Junk-Food-Profits. See what I did there?


As if that isn’t enough for one lunch loop, later, I pick up a guy with a bike. He takes his time putting it on the rack and shorts the fare, but its Friday and I let him ride.

Time for some more back-story.

You would think that most people about to have a private telephone conversation would say something like, I’ll call you back when I get off the bus, or I’m on the bus now, so let me call you back in a few minutes. But you’d be wrong; they not only take the call, they speak with their outside voice.

That should suffice; on with the story.

My passenger’s phone rang, and he answered.

Hi, Babe.

No, I just got on the bus.

No, we can’t. I won’t be home for like half an hour.

If we do, we’ll be late.

I had to take care of some stuff. It took longer than I thought. I’m coming home now and we ….

No, you’d have to reschedule the appointment.

I already told you. I had stuff to do. Damn!

You know I have a life too! I have things to do and it takes time. Why does it always have to be about sex with you?

It’s always about sex … Bro. Damn Bro! You need to start respecting me, Bro.

Don’t say that Bro. That’s fucking so disrespectful. Bro, Bro, if you want to fuck, you better start respecting me and you ain’t doing it right now.

End of call.

Did he mean mutual respect, like peanut butter and jelly?

In conclusion, the undeniable fact remains as always, they really don’t pay me enough.

PS – My passengers already know not to use profanity on my bus. Usually, it’s just a loud outburst, and if it doesn’t stop immediately, I’ll stop the bus. But by the time the shock of his X-rated call subsided, and I could say something about his language with a STRAIGHT face (see what I did there?), we were at the transfer stop.

I’ll never be woke enough.

Davyd’s Ride

No riding Bitch

Last week I had to catch up with some outdoor chores. As a way to keep my mind occupied while doing the mundane, I listen to talk radio. It was Sunday so the programming was all rebroadcasts, but that’s OK because I work during the week, which means it’s all fresh for me.

When I tuned in, the conversation was already going. The subject was about how most Americans today are raised too safe. It’s a product of woke society, and it serves to emasculate. A society full of men who won’t fight because they’re afraid, is easier to control.

An interesting point was raised, that you never see a man riding on the back of a Harley. Harley riders, usually older men, always ride with the woman on the back, never the other way around.  Today’s men, who might be more inclined to ride on the back of a motorcycle with a woman in front, don’t because they’re too afraid to get on a motorcycle in the first place.

Frankly, I never thought of it like that, but there’s a whole lot of truth there. And I know what I’m talking about because I’ve been riding motorcycles for decades.

Davyd’s Ride

FYI, this is a bagger, a cruiser motorcycle with saddlebags. And NO, I have never ridden bitch. The term Riding Bitch is not derogatory; it simply means riding on the back seat.


Now, before you sport bike riders get all bent out of shape, I know that younger men, with the proper levels of testosterone, ride sport bikes. And they don’t ride on the back.

Here’s my shout-out.  It’s guys like you that we Baggers (motorcycle terminology for bagger riders) are depending on to save the day and defend this country in the future.

Now let’s shift gears.

In no way am I saying women shouldn’t ride motorcycles. But I am saying that when riding two-up, a woman’s place by design, is on the back seat.


… but try to imagine this image in reverse … then immediately perish the thought.

PS – The difference in generations:

Almost nobody under the age of twelve these days has a tree house. Instead, they have X-boxes or PS-(whatever). They interact with their friends online and they aren’t even in the same room. It’s all very … interactive.

When I was a kid, I built a treehouse in my backyard. It was where I went to hang out with my friends or to just be alone. I built it all by myself and when I did, I purposely left out a ladder. In order to gain entrance to my treehouse, you had to climb the tree. We were active.

The Talk of the Town

Or in this case the country.


First, I need to set the record straight when it comes to my opinion of Governor DeSantis’ political future. I have no doubt that he will one day be president. But (and I know this is selfish) we Floridians need him right where he is. DeSantis still has work to do for the FSF (Free State of Florida), and he needs time to lay the groundwork for his predecessor to carry on after he terms out.

Now for my post:

I’ve heard a lot of back and forth lately about whether or not President Trump will run again in 2024. I think the answer is pretty clear. Barring a complete upset in the 2022 mid-term election, there should be a substantial shift in congress and a surge in conservative values. I don’t think he’d be able to resist.

So, the question isn’t whether or not President Trump will run in 2024, it’s who will be his running mate. Many names are floating around like Kristi Noem, Nikki Haley, Rick Scott, and Kim Reynolds, to name a few. All are quality individuals and represent a vast improvement over our current VP, Kamala Harris. But one name keeps coming to the surface and seems to be a front runner, our very own Governor Ron DeSantis of the Free State of Florida.

DeSantis doing his thing for the Free State of Florida.

Personally, I think a Trump/DeSantis ticket would be a sure win and help ensure a conservative Whitehouse for the next three terms. But there’s a huge BUT. It lies in personalities. While President Trump certainly doesn’t have to worry about being eclipsed by anyone, including Gov. DeSantis, both men standing apart are presidential material. For that reason, I can see President Trump choosing another. Though, if Trump chose DeSantis, I don’t think there would be any doubt about DeSantis’ loyalty. If there were disagreements between the two, DeSantis would pinch his nose, restrain his ego, and do his job to the best of his ability.

However, I can see it from the other side as well. It’s a valid concern. Two overpowering and politically astute personalities in one Whitehouse would be difficult to constrain. One delectable alternative would be a future where reelected President Donald J. Trump, and reelected Governor Ron DeSantis, work closely to restore this great country of ours. Obviously, this would be my preferred scenario, but there is another.

President Donald J. Trump MAGA. He can do it twice.


Far be it from me to suggest that President Trump take political advice from a lowly bus driver in the FSF. Heck, He already won two elections without it so … I won’t give advice. I would like to point out an observation instead. It’s the type of thing only someone in my position would notice.

On the roads of Florida, I see auto tags from all over the country. Most are from the Northeast, a few from the Midwest, and every once in a while, I see an Arizona, Nevada, or California tag. In the past, they all had one thing in common. The people in these cars were on vacation, never to be seen again, only replaced. This commonality was true for years and years.

But a few months ago, I noticed a change. Last week I saw so many California tags that I lost count, and as remarkable as it may sound, I saw two Hawaii tags. You might ask yourself (as I did), why would anyone drive from California, or ship their car all the way from Hawaii, just to vacation in Florida?

The answer is freedom.

These people aren’t on vacation; they’re relocating to the FSF (Free State of Florida). I know this to be true because I keep seeing the same vehicles, week after week. Instead of leaving, they eventually get a FSF tag, and the transformation is complete. My only hope is that they left their toxic-woke-progressive ideology right where it belongs, north of the Florida Georgia Line.

What’s the point of all this? Well, if you consider the substantial increase in those moving to Florida from as far away as California and Hawaii, then you have to consider the vast number of Americans who can’t afford to uproot their families and relocate. They find themselves trapped with no place to go.

If I found myself in that position, regardless of my party affiliation, I would vote for a presidential ticket that not only promises to Make America Great Again; but also has the potential to keep it Great and Free for years to come. Trump/DeSantis in 2024 may not be so farfetched.

PS – And I repeat. Speaking purely as a Free Floridian, we need DeSantis to stay right where he is for one more term. It gives him the time he needs to pave the way for his predecessor, someone who will continue his legacy of conservative governance and stay the course. Then, he can concentrate on his 2028 election following President Trump.

When your Favorite Talk Show Host

doesn’t show up for work…

When I first started listening to talk radio, I really didn’t like the “best of” reruns or the last-minute stand-in host. I looked forward to hearing from my favorite talk show personalities every day as I drove to and from work. If they weren’t on, I switched to music.

That was then, this is now, and things have changed. So when there’s a surprise guest host, I always listen. It’s refreshing to get a taste of the unexpected when it comes to political topics. Also, it’s a great way to get insight into what’s being discussed in different areas of the country.

Two new hosts that I otherwise would never hear about were featured last week while Glenn Beck and Joe Pags went on vacation. Justin Barclay in Grand Rapids, MI, substituted for GB and Leland Conway in Denver, CO, filled in for JP.

Justin Barclay’s topic during my morning drive was about doing your part to effect change, whether a little or a lot, it all counts.

As you already know, I’m a bus driver. That’s what I do, and there isn’t much change involved. But I never have to take work home, and when I get some free time, I write. I don’t think many people read what I write, but I don’t let that stop me. It’s me doing my part, and maybe, just maybe, that’s enough.


Later, during the drive home I heard Leland Conway discussing a subject that always puzzled me.  What is the left’s true agenda regarding Green Energy? Why do we pay $5 a gallon for gas when we know it should only cost $1.85? It doesn’t make sense, especially when we were energy independent, and energy dominant less than two years ago. And no, we haven’t run out of fossil fuels, so that isn’t the reason.

His point was that the Green Movement has a sinister agenda to intentionally lower our standard of living. If we pay more for transportation, then we have less disposable income for other things. Plus, everything that we buy comes to us by truck. That means it costs more if and when it finally gets to us. This further reduces our ability to purchase the things we’ve grown accustomed to. It’s all designed to lower our expectations for the future and over time, the established standard of living, and it works. I would add to that the Biden Economic Stagflation strategies, which have to be a big part of the plan. 

As only you can.

But I think there’s more to it. If the American standard of living is lowered far enough and for long enough, we as a people will become acclimated. Those who remember the good ole days will age and die off. Those who are left will only know poverty and despair. When the time is right, Big Government steps in and has a much easier task. It no longer needs to provide abundance for the masses; it merely has to provide subsistence. And in return, it gets complete control.

As a final point, I’d like to return to Justin’s discussion about doing something. We all must do what we can, a little or a lot. If we don’t do our part, we’ll get what we deserve.

Loads and loads of Corn Pop …

Or was that Pop Corn?

The City of Orlando, 2022

Announces its July 4th festivities … really?

Well, well, the true state of Orlando governance is finally exposed.

It’s not that something like this is misplaced and completely inappropriate; the problem is, someone, and probably many someones, thought that it wasn’t.

Check it out for yourself. Just like Disney used to be the funnest place on Earth, I guess Orlando City Hall is the wokest.

The fact that they needed to make an apology in the first place says it all. But look carefully at the wording, “some in the community … some of our residents”, are they truly sorry??? How about changing the word SOME to MOST, if not all?

City of Orlando apologizes about Fourth of July statement (msn.com)

City Hall is no place to Mickey Mouse around.

One last thought. On this day of true significance to the United States of America, and the world, please put aside the nonsense from the left and enjoy the July 4th Holiday. The 4th is for America. Afterward, remember what was said by the city of Orlando and like-minded progressive politicians everywhere. These are people who truly hate America. Vote accordingly.