Earlier Andypants & I went on a coffee/New York Bagel adventure, and we were at an intersection with a school bus opposite us, so Andypants is obviously a wonderful person, and he gave the bus driver the right of way. I clearly saw a passenger on this school bus, mmkay?
So the bus was in front of us, and I saw a sign that said, “THIS BUS IS EMPTY,” to which I proclaimed, “That bus is clearly not empty! I just saw someone on it! And she was special. But I mean, we all are.” Then I laughed at my political incorrectness and accepted that if there is a hell, there’s a special seat just for me, complete with a posterboard sign adorned with my name in big black letters: MARTA, like I’m a budding pop star with a reserved seat at the VMAs.