So there we were, waiting for the bus home from work, still hung over from wild times the night before. The bus rocked up to the stop, the doors whooshed open, and out boomed the voice of the Happy Bus Driver. "WELCOMEABOARDTHEHAPPYBUSLADIESANDGENTLEMENPLEASEHAVEASEATNORUSHTAKEYOURTIMEHOW'SYOURDAYBEENYOUALLHAVESUCHBEAUTIFULSOULS!!!!!!!!!!!" he boomed. For those of you unfamiliar with this man, he is ALWAYS happy. So happy that he is somewhat terrifying. It is as though he has sucked up all of the negative energy that 99% of the other bus drivers have and replaced it with pure joy. Pure, unbridled joy. He seems on the edge of lunacy, so ecstatic he must surely go home at the end of his shift and cry like a baby, unable to contain any of the secret sadness he has within. Even in spite of worrying all journey long that he would snap at any moment and kill us all, at the end of the ride we decided that he is still 100% better than the other 99%.
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