Friday afternoon I hopped on the 36 bus downtown to go to physical therapy. As soon as I boarded I noticed something strange; the bus was full (to capacity) of little kids and a couple of their teachers. My first reaction was to question if I was on a school bus or not. Then I started looking closer and realized that the bus was not just full of kids, it was full of retarded kids.
I was on a bus full of retarded kids.
So I'm sitting there reading my book and I hear this maniacal laughter. I look up and one of the retarded kids is laughing and pointing at me. I start checking myself...do I have something in my teeth...is there something on my face...did I sit in something? Nope, but the kid kept laughing at me.
And then it hit me...I was checking myself because a retarded kid was laughing at me.
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My sissy is a good writer! She should write a book too.
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at December 4, 2006 03:13 PM
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