"This is the last stop in the Ride Free Area. At the next stop you will be required to pay a fare as you leave. No stories, pizza coupons or chickens accepted."
Our bus driver is a smartass. In that New York kind of way, that would seem outright surly but for the fact that it's also pretty damn funny. Some Seattle passive-aggressives in the front of the bus are complaining to each other about how mean he is, just loud enough so they can be sure that he hears them but quiet enough that they can pretend he can't. He couldn't care less.
"This is not, repeat is not as close as we will pass to the Seattle Center. If you do not understand the word "is" or "not", please ask the person in the seat next to you to explain."
"Quarters are money, sir. You overpaid. You must be rich."
"This stop: Seattle Center, QFC, Larry's Market and the FBI UFO reporting office."
Some tourists are disembarking to go to Bumbershoot. They are asking for transfers.
"What do you need transfers for? You're gonna be here all day, right? Alright, fine. Have some souvenirs." he says, handing them the transfers which will almost certainly, as he has predicted, expire before they get a chance to use them.
"Have a nice day."
Posted by flamingbanjo at September 7, 2004 03:58 PM