The Secret Society: Once Upon A Time...... - The Secret Society

..........yesterday afternoon, I was returning my rent-a-wreck to an apparently less than reputable rental car company in Las Vegas. I had to catch a shuttle to the airport, and just missed one, because their computers were too slow to get me checked out in time. No problem. Next shuttle shows up within a couple minutes.

So, I hops onto the shuttle, and the driver says that I am the only one he's taking. OK. Cool. We can hit the road with no wait.

So, we head out of the parking lot, and Fred made the mistake of asking Driver Dude how he was doing today. So he tells me.

First he starts out with this thing about how God sometimes puts obstacles in your life to test you (or whatever......)

Then he says, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna get all religious on you."

So then he starts to tell me about how he had gone to check into work this morning, and he wanted to get the "Good Bus" but that some other driver had already taken it. The busses are all pieces of shit and on and on.

Then he all of a sudden goes off into this rage about the motherfuckin' punk bitch that thinks he can take my motherfuckin' bus.....I need to just fuck him up! I'm gonna beat his bitch ass into the fucking ground! And nobody can do it like me, motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin', 'cause I got three brothers and I know how to put a motherfucker in check......

He's talking faster and faster and louder and louder and it's becoming quite apearent to Fred that he's quite cracked out. Then he starts driving like he's talking, screaming the whole time about that worthless motherfuckin' ..............

Then he gets a call on his radio from another driver who needed some kind of help or soemthing. Instead of answering the call, he turns the radio up for me to hear.

"That's the motherfucker right now! Do you hear him?? Nobody likes him. He'll never get laid....."

"Look, there he is now." pointing to a bus pulled over on the side of the road.

So, instead of stopping to help Motherfucker, he vears off the road and takes off, careening through some rather nasty looking Vegas neighborhood.

(I just wanna go home.)

I finally got off the shuttle bus in a place where I could catch a bus to the airport. I gave him a tip. He seemed like a nice guy.