4:50AM a couple of weeks ago: I get on my bus to go home after dialysis. There are usually one or two other passengers in addition to the driver, but today it was just the two of us. I take my usual seat and settle in, and after about two minutes the unmistakable smell of weed hits my nose. Not the cheap ish, either; this smelled like that sweet sticky stuff. Brother Bus Driver had apparently lit up not too long ago - or some bus drivers had been partying on the bus just before he checked it out for the first run of the day.
I had two immediate thoughts: (1) If he gets into an accident, I'm suing for millions; and (2) apparently you have to pass a drug test to get the job, but once you're in it's the Wild West.
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