I occasionally have to stop for a school bus. The law says I have to stop, or face terrible fines and a social stigma. It can be maddening to wait, especially when the kids take forever to wander from the bus.
We need a small, air-powered spring board to help them unload. They just walk to the door and "poof" they fly a few dozen feet away from the bus.
It's a good idea and I don't care what you think.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.