Busdrivers' Playas Club

So, this is one of those posts that I'm not sure how to exactly describe in words the funniness of this situation. But trust me, it was hysterical.



This past Friday, I boarded the bus of one of my least favorite but most entertaining busdrivers. He usually yells at traffic and is generally disagreeable, and I'm preeetty sure you could find his picture next to curmudgeon in the dictionary. My busdriver nickname for him is Mr. Grumbles. He's about 60 years old, a normal looking older man, with a generally negative attitude about traffic, other drivers, and everyone who boards the bus.



Except this past Friday.



This Friday, two girls around my age sat in the front of the bus. They were cute, much too cute and two young for Mr. Grumbles. As we drove towards Center City, I picked up bits and pieces of their conversations. Mr. Grumbles asked them if they knew what the building was in front of us (City Hall) and joked with them about being from from Camden (They pointed North as the direction when Camden is East of where we were headed in the city). Mr. Grumbles found this hysterical. He flirted, joked, and limited his grumbling at other cars (with the exception of one outburst).



Now, I have seen Mr. Grumbles have a strict "That's not a stop policy". If someone tries to board at a corner that is not a stop, he'll waive them off and say things like "Fool, I'm not stopping there for you" or "Man, get the hell out of here, that's not a stop". But not for his ladies from Camden. When it was down to just me, and the two ladies on the bus, Mr. Grumbles made a special stop for them. He stopped at a corner two blocks before the last stop, let them off the bus, and proceeded to talk to them with the bus doors open while I sat there through two green lights! Finally, the girls walked away and he slowly drove past, waving until they were out of sight.



What I missed in this transaction, despite my incessant noseyness, was that apparently the two girls slipped him their business cards (maybe in lieu of a buspass?). I could hear Mr. Grumbles grumbling something (or so I thought) under his breath as we approached the next stop light. At the light, he quickly spun around to look at his passengers, with a wide grin on his face (it was only me left onboard at this point). He lifted the business cards in the air like trophies, did a little victory dance, and said "I got the digits, I got the digits"....he looked around, realized it was just me and said "Of course when I'm a playa, ain't no males on this bus to show off to".....As I held in my giggles, Mr. Grumbles continued to pat himself on the back .....his grumbles changed into song, something along the lines of "Play on, playa, got the digits, playa...."



For the sake of Mr. Grumbles and all of the passengers involved, I hope those girls decide to ride the bus everyday.