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Natty Bumpercar – while on a splendid walk along a busy highway – has been attacked! Or – was he just sat upon?

You are pretty sure that you want to listen to this week’s Bumperpodcast to find out – aren’t you?

Have you ever been beaten up by a ladybug? Let us know by sending an email to bumperpodcast@nattybumpercar.com – and we can figure out how to protect each other …

You could live in a cave!!

What a bunch of hour theives the westerners are – am I right? I mean … a Bumpercar takes a trip with all of these hours to spare and then * BOOM * all of a sudden – I’m down three hours.

I think that we talk about taking a trip and some sort of secrets on todays episode of the Bumperpodcast …

Toot-toot!

Another odd trip on the bus today happened when I – who was all kinds of ticket less – due to giving my last paid ride to a little bird this morning – tried to get onto the bus.

Now – normally – you can just pay the fare and everything is fine. But this bus driver and I seem to be oil and water. He is the same one that drove by me one day and then yelled at me when I ran after him. He is great!

All I had was a twenty. So at first – he didn’t even want me to get onto the bus at all. Then he started grumbling about how he wasn’t a bank and that he didn’t have change. I replied that while I was sorry that was the only bill that I had, I didn’t get why it was a problem – since he was clearly holding enough change.

At this point – it was “on” as the kids say . . . And it seemed like he was about to kick me off the bus – which would have stunk. He said that the change was for other people and that I should have gotten my own – which confused me – because I didn’t know that change only went to certain people. So I said “I’m really not sure why you are hassling me so much. I ride this bus all of the time and you are the only one that I have ever had trouble with.” He gave me a look. So I kept on with “Yeah – you drove right by me one day with your sign that said ‘out of service’ and made me run after you.”

He seemed to remember the other event – our last skirmish. He let me stay on. There were no other words spoken. The other passengers were glad for that.

Eventually he gave me my change and I said “Thanks. It won’t happen again.”

I guess I didn’t feel like getting bullied by this curmudgeon – but it sure made for a not so fun ride. And who knows if he will ever stop for me again . . .

Oil and Water. Oil and Water. Oil and Water.

Today – when my bus started coming at me – I noticed the it was flashing it’s ” out of service” colors. I wasn’t really sure what to do – because it was the right time – and it looked like the right bus – so I started waving at it. It didn’t stop.

I was on the phone with a client – trying to be all business-business – but couldn’t restrain myself from crazily uttering “bus – my bus – bus? Is that my bus? Bus – bus – bus.” into the receiver.

Then – about 40 feet from normal – the bus stopped.

When I started to run for it – the bus started moving again. My waving and muttering became frantic. I lost my call. The bus stopped again – this time opening it’s door. I was creating a traffic jam!

Up the stairs straight onto the bus I hopped and then the driver puffed up and growled that he shouldn’t have even stopped for me because of my being on my phone. And I – not feeling like having any of his guff – said “well maybe if you took the ‘out of service sign’ off of your bus it would be less confusing.

I steeled myself for his comeback – you know – the one where he kicks me off the bus?! Instead – he un-puffed and started laughing and said “yeah – you got a point . . . Heh heh heh. Got a point.”

Back to my seat I shuffled – all kinds of disheveled and confused at everything that had just happened and then – after a deep breath and a sigh – I went up to apologize for the confusion.

A good time was had by all.

Guy on the bus just tried to impress a girl by talking about how he is a writer.

When she asked what he had been working on – he said that he had his novel – which was a satire about Starbucks.

She said “Oh – that’s . . . ”

Then he interjected with a solid “Yeah . . . Well . . .”

A good time was had by all!