My public transport stories are numerous abeg.
One time I laughed all the way from Mile 2 to CMS. I've never laughed so much in my entire life. My sister's friend cautioned me to stop but I couldn't.
The crazy driver for 1, didn't have a conductor.
2, his windows didn't have glass covering it. I think he used tarp and it still wasn't covered properly so rain drenched people sitting close to the window at the back.
3, the driver can insult and he cussed out everyone who spoke to him about his attitude: cussing out passengers who didn't come with the exact amount of tfare at Mile 2 and refusing them entry, the no-conductor ish, and the rain getting in. One poor lady who said she was going for an interview was soaked.
4, a tortoise is faster than the bus. What's that bus called, the one with a bigger head on it? Man, this guy was just creeping slowly and anyone who'd talk, he'd give it to them.
Till one Igbo lady challenged him. God bless that woman wherever she is.
She said, "Oga, move this your chi-Mi-ney." Chimo, everyone began to laugh. The way she said it and taunted the man, if you were there, you'd laugh too.
She insulted the hell outta the man. From his slow-moving dead bus, to the man himself; calling him short engine, to so many names I can't even remember.
People said yes, you've seen the one wey pass you.
The driver didn't talk till we got to CMS.
