...while I was on the bus and my driver was taking a break outside. (Side note: Even though I was pretty frustrated that the first bus just blew past me while I was waiting at my stop, maybe it was worth it to hear this.)
He was on his cell phone with, I'm guessing, his wife, so the conversation below is only one half. His half was all said with an amused, with touches of incredulity, intonation. You can also imagine his great, thick southern accent.
"Wuh'd you baby?!?!"
"You got to stop!"
"Naaoooh! You just got to stop!"
"When he puts on his lights, you just got to stop! Stop in the middle of the road -- it don't matter!"
"You can pull over if you want to, but you got to do it fast! You can't just keep on driving!"
"Did you tell him you're from Russia?"
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