On the bus to Pleasure Island, we realized that they must give away Florida Driver’s Licenses in Cracker Jack boxes. Our bus driver was officially a mad man, acting out some macho fantasy he had about being in the movie "Speed". The bus went at extremely high speeds, and around corners it tilted to unnatural angles until it was almost on two wheels.
Sitting next to me were two brothers. I swear they were Asia’s answer to Beavis and Butthead. They were obviously having a miscommunication.
"This is the best ride in the park!" One said, referring to the bus that was careening off the road.
"What is?" The other asked
"The bus."
"Huh?"
"You know, it keeps tipping…" the first one prompted, trying desperately to make his brother understand the joke.
"I don't know," his brother responded, "I like Mr. Toad."
The Past Stranger Than Fictions
Why Not? I'm nice, really!
© 1997
