DIFFERENT BUS

One time we were waiting for the bus in Coopville and it was really late showing up. Finally an old rusty bus drove up. It wasn’t our regular bus but it stopped at the bus stop and we got on. The outside of the bus was funny. It had lots of things painted on it, rainbows and trees and symbols. The bus driver was really nice. He wore little red sun-glasses and called us man. He had long hair. Everyone on the bus had long hair and called us man. The bus smelled funny, like that bookstore near the 242 bus stop back home. I don’t think it was a regular bus. The bus driver dropped us off right in front of my uncle’s house. He even drove past the bus stop. I liked that bus but I haven’t ever seen it again.