Bus Report #898

This morning on the bus, Axe body spray guy sat right behind me. Oh, the smell. If I was his secret Santa, he would be getting something light and subtle, or something warm and spicy. Something he could douse himself in and it would still smell good.

For the first time in a long time, the giant genie got on at his usual stop. Beard and mustache balm, check. Mustache wax, check. Lotion and dandy comb, check and check.

Trainee drivers this week, which is great, but oh how long the commute took.