Today I had to ride the small bus. Again. It's the- atleast 5th time of the year I've had to ride it. I'm always hesitant to get on the bus just because it's so out of place. All of the other buses are full length.
So the last of the cousins from my mom's side immigrated relatively not that long ago. They came on the bus, and said something along the lines of "America's so poor." We started cracking up, and to top it off, mid-way through the ride home, the driver starts driving wierd. I think it was because he was confused if there were anymore stops before ours. So then one of my cousins go "Look! It's breaking!" Once again we start laughing hysterically. "Oh well, I guess we can always walk home." is what I suggested, until Mr.Bus Driver decided to drive normally again.