He Picked the Wrong Bus

Summary

While I was driving my bus, I spotted my boyfriend's car ahead. He was kissing the woman he had always been hung up on. I could not help tapping the horn.

That was all it took. He and his dream girl stepped out and blocked my bus in the middle of the road.

I glanced at the passengers behind me. I could not afford to delay everyone, so I swallowed my pride and asked him to move his car.

She lifted her chin, her voice dripping with arrogance.

“Not happening. Unless you get off that bus and apologize to me right here, you're not going anywhere.”