Nitro

There is a bus driver and I like to call him Nitro. I am not really sure how that nickname came about but he goes along. I like to think that we are friends. Sometimes he even gives me bus passes for the day. But today, Nitro was obnoxious. He kept wanting things for free. I said no. Then he kept trying to change the deal. I said no. Then he said come on. I said no. Then he asked me if we were friends. I said no. Then he tried to talk to me more while I have a line of people waiting to order. Rude.

And then I thought of newspaper man and how he has helped me to learn to say no. I think I am getting pretty good at it. Sorry Nitro.

Silver Fox, where are you? I'm still waiting