School Bus

We live in a fairly nice neighborhood on the edge of the city. We are also right next to a museum, which inherently has school buses parked on the street pretty regularly. With the start of the school year, it was no surprise for us to see a school bus parked on the street. But after it was there for a few days, we began to wonder what its story was.

While eating breakfast, Nicole asked me why the bus was there. Since I knew as much as her, I decided to make up a story:

“Well, a guy lives in there.”

“No he doesn’t. Daddy is making up a story” she said to Michelle as she bubbled her Cheerios.

“No seriously, a guy lives in there and he parks the school bus at tourist places around town to not raise any suspicion.”

“You think you’re pretty funny, don’t you” she retorted, and we decided to change the subject.

The next day, I decided to step up my game. While walking the dogs, I noticed the bus was still there, so I ran back up to the apartment, up the stairs, threw open the door and just stared at Nicole with flushed cheeks, trying to feign exasperation.

“What happened?” Her wide-eyed expression was promising.

“I went over to the school bus, and there was a guy in there. I looked in the window and he grabbed a broom and started yelling at me! 'GET AWAY FROM MY BUS!' Yeah, that's what he said. I think a guy actually lives in that school bus!”

“WHAT?! Are you serious?! Oh my gosh!” she gasped and ran over to the window to get a good look at the bus.

We looked out the window together for about ten seconds. I then turned to her, and said “Gotcha!”

My arm is still sore. She’s got a mean right hook.