Don’t Judge a Bus By it’s Cover
“Would you wipe up what looks like an oil slick off the table” asked the customer.
“Sure! Hold on” said the waitress.
“HEY BUS BOY, YOU MADE A MESS OVER HERE.”
[out rides a little bus holding dinner plates]
*nervously* “O gee, I’m sorry” said the little bus.
[the little bus drives over and begins wiping off table]
The couple turn and look at each other then back at the little bus.
“Shouldn’t you be driving kids to school or something?” asked the husband.
[wipes harder, pretends not to hear]
“Or maybe driving in general. Like what normal vehicles do?”
[nervously begins sweating]
“You know you’re dripping more oil on the floor right….”
[in a flash, the little bus’s stop sign opened up hitting the missus clean in the face and knocking her out]
“SHIT SHIT SHIT I’M SO SORRY.”
“What the hell is your problem?!” exclaimed the man.
“IT MEANS STOP TALKING TO ME”
[the little bus zoomed off in embarrassment]