Don’t Judge a Bus By it’s Cover

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“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]

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