Up, onto the bus, a little wobbly, but certain that this is what he has to say:
"Man, there are some ugly faces on this bus. God must have been in bad shape to make all of you so ugly."
The old man isn't sure he heard that right.
"Hey, old timer," the wobbly calls out.
The old man looks from left to right, as though surely, surely he isn't the one.
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