Bus driver made my morning today by driving on by some entitled fat guy On my way to work this morning, the bus was stopping at about every other stop. Some people had to dig through their wallets or purses for fare when they got on or took forever sitting down and since we were already running late I got a little annoyed. Well, we stopped at an intersection so someone could get off and someone else hauled ass down the crosswalk to hop on. He thanked the bus driver, paid his fare, and we started moving again. We were in the middle of the intersection (downtown, big city traffic - pretty slow moving in the mornings as everyone's trying to get to work) and here comes fatty boom-boom waddling down the crosswalk. Picture a cleaner cut Michael Moore, with a gray Freddie Mercury mustache.  I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh because I was thinking, "Great, we're going to have to stop to let this fat ass on because he couldn't be at the damned bus stop on time." We stopped (because of traffic) and so did he. I watched him get this stupid fucking grin on his face, like he had just accomplished something great, as he fumbled for his fare in his coat pocket. But the bus just started moving slowly by him. As it picked up speed I actually heard him ask, in such a befuddled tone, like he was just deeply, personally wronged, "Can I get on??" Bus driver didn't even glance out at him. We passed him, and suddenly I was no longer annoyed. I thought it was hilarious, and so, so right. Fuck you, get to the bus stop on time!