Hey, drivers—if you’re reading this, I see you. You deal with spilled coffee, screaming kids, and people who think the back door opens by telekinesis. You deserve a raise and a nap. So strike hard, strike proud, and maybe toss a bagel in my general direction when this is over. No hard feelings.
And to the passengers: remember, the drivers aren’t the enemy. The enemy is rusty infrastructure and corporate bean-counters who think a bus seat is a luxury item. Be kind. Maybe even bring a sign that says “Thank you for fighting for us.” It’ll confuse them, but in a good way.
