Morning folks, Owl here, as usual. I have a nice followup to my last entry, do not fuck with owl.

It has been some time since the whole airport incident. The driver now makes it a point to greet me and ask how I am whenever she is driving, even if I’m not getting on the first bus (I wait for everyone else to arrive, and sometimes they’re late for the first bus). Very nice to me, even compliments me sometimes. Of course, I am also very polite to her. Yea, it’s a twisted game, but whatever.

That’s good, right?

Well, for me it is. Unfotunately, she’s extremely bitter to the rest of the crew. Probably being extra mean to make up for not being able to fuck around with me, for fear of me getting her ass fired. (Indeed, I think she figured out who sent the original complaint. Perhaps she saw the email conversation, or perhaps she noticed me showing the letter around in the back. Haha.)

And when I say bitter, I mean BITTER AS ALL HELL. As soon as Margaret gets on, she starts riding on her for ‘being too loud’. You know, as if talking is too loud or something. Last time, she didn’t open the back door at Margaret’s stop until Margaret shouted ‘Back door!’. Several times.

So, I guess you can put the ph33r of Owl into one person, but there’s only enough room for a ph34r that gr34t.

This, however, is not the end of the airport drama. The driver is but one front that this battle is fought on. There is another group who takes exception to where we stop - a group of juniors from coop.

They bitch and moan every time that we are there about the airport thing because it takes an extra two minutes for them to get home. You know, us little freshmens [sic] shouldn’t be delaying the oh-so-mighty juniors. I mean, it isn’t like my family hasn’t been patronizing that bus company for the past 10+ years or anything, and all they do is get a card from the school for free once every two weeks or anything. Haha, oh no, no no no.

The funniest bit is that not /once/ have they ever asked me to not request the driver stop there. (I always ask the driver since they’ve started moaning so that their beef is with *me*. Everyone else has to go to school with them, you know.) Had they just initially said ‘Hey d00d, could you just not ask today?’, I wouldn’t.

But why would anyone do something like that? It would make WAY too much sense. Instead, they choose to bitch, moan, and generally annoy myself, Alex, and Joslyn.

Hm. If they asked now, I would probably laugh in their faces, though. There is only so much abuse I will take before I stop being civil.

However, today I struck quite a blow to them. As per the norm, they were busy bitching and moaning loudly in the back of the bus about the airport. The driver pulls over to let someone off about a block from the turn, and, by gods, the bus gets STUCK. After about a minute, everyone besides myself, the driver, and some random old lady have abandoned the bus.

And that’s when the fun begins. In frustration, the driver tries the gas once again. And just as magically as we had gotten stuck, we were back on the road again, minus the people who bitch about being home two minutes later.

Of course, now they won’t be two minutes later. They’ll be about fifteen minutes later. As the bus drives by them, I just smile and wave. I do not think that there would be a more approproate situation to declare ‘PWNED’ in.

So I shall declare it.

PWNED.