Dear driver who turned her #43 bus into the totally wrong lane this afternoon and ran so far off the overhead power lines that we were trapped between two lanes of busy traffic for almost 45 minutes until her supervisor showed up to push us into the correct lane,
When the Montlake Bridge went up, and all that traffic around us finally came to a halt because it was totally physically impossible for it to move at all, and that other #43 bus was stopped right there next to us just a few feet away, and it was completely safe to finally open the doors and let us all off and free us from the stuffy transit Hell of your making, did it feel good to keep the doors sealed and categorically refuse to let any of us off, ever, until we were back on track? Or are you just very incompetent?
Thanks a fucking mouthful, you useless fucking fuck.
Please get another job. One that involves never seeing me or interacting with me again. I hear there are some very exciting opportunities on the Moon these days; it's very nice at this time of the year.
Yours sincerely,
The entire HogBlog staff
(That's me!)