WITH THE DEEPEST SYMPATHY!
No, this wasn't this evening; today's driver is a capable, courteous, and efficient young fellow with much patience and affability.
Shan't mention which day it is, on the off-chance that Golden Gate Transit is hanging on my every word.
Suffice to say he has a talent for making himself suffer.
Because he is very Marinite, and deserving!
One feels inclined to utter words of comfort.
"Now now, stop being miserable, you little weird-ass woogus!"
That is what one might say, if the blighter were at all approachable. But it will not happen. Because maybe he would start shouting, or weeping.
And one does not wish for either of those eventualities.
So one lets him stew and fume.
I hope his employer health plan covers therapy.
Because he will probably need it.
His chakras are all out of whack, and his aura, which one presumes should be a proper Marinite tie-dye with lots of vibrant orange, yellow, and pink, is very likely all black. There's a troubled shadow looming over him, he's an old soul and mighty grumpy, which he probably was in his first of many past-lives as a twenty-thousand year old sacrificed Inca virgin.
He needs some crystal healing, poor baby.
And a juice cleansing.
The driver schedule will change in another few weeks.
I am looking forward to that.
It is taking all my willpower to not utter the words of comfort.
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