I'm not five

So this month, I didn't buy a monthly bus pass, since I'm moving closer to work and there are other options. I got some tokens, which cover the transit fee. The only difference is that now I have to get a transfer ticket.

This morning, on the way down to work, the driver was hanging out around the bus, stretching his legs. So I paid my fare and got a transfer ticket because they're just sitting right there next to where you pay.

On the trip home in the afternoon, though, since it wasn't an end stop, the driver was in his seat. I paid my fare and he asked if I needed a transfer ticket. By this point, he was already underway. I said "Yes" and reached for one, not wanting to distract the guy from focusing on our physical safety.

He slapped my hand!

And then I got a lecture on how that was rude and I should just wait for him to hand it to me and some other things that I'll just leave undocumented.

I'll admit that sometimes, I'm not the most grown-up of grown-ups, but I don't think I'm young enough that slapping my hand... I don't even know how to finish that sentence.

I like to think that if our roles were switched, I'd go "WAIT! Let me get that for you." And then explained that he should have the driver hand it to him. But I'm not a bus driver, which I'm happy about.

And then there's this kid, who seems to be going to summer school. High school. And from the conversations I've overheard over the last couple of weeks, I'm guessing it's not to get a head start on the start of the next school year. Note the hairstyle that's beyond bad. The pants would be cool if they were tailored as more of a dressy slack than baggy pipes of fabric. And the t-shirt about 3 sizes too big. I think he's trying to get into that whole Joker vibe, but can't quite seem to get it together.

I tell you, if I were going to be a Batman supervillain, I'd want to be The Riddler. Suave, smart, and cool as a cucumber. Or maybe Black Mask. Also very dapper. Very deadly.