Few things baffle me like people being rude to bus drivers. I mean, do you understand the situation you’re placing yourself in? More importantly, do you understand the situation you’re placing me in?
Buses are essentially seventeen ton roulette wheels. What sort of fucked up gamble are you taking with my existence?!
You wouldn’t talk shit to someone wielding a knife, would you? And Mr. Knife-Wielder Man might drop that shit and, even if he gets in a few good cuts and stabs, you might outrun him. You can’t drop a bus, and I don’t even know how fast that shit can go. So, I play it safe, and just assume every driver is one unnecessary complaint away from flipping that shit over a bridge.
What I’m saying is, when I thank a bus driver, what I’m really saying is, “Thanks for not massacring us on that last turn.”