My bus driver never ceases to amuse me. His definition of "on time" is usually 10-30 minutes late. And when he picks me up, extremely late, he just smiles and says, "Hi, ma'am!" to my mother and then lightly pushes me into the back of the bus and drives off as if he has done nothing wrong. Usually I'm extremely ticked at my bus driver's poor internal clock. But the thing that amuses me the most is when he has to pick up my bus mate, Princess, he comes at exactly the same lateness as he does when he doesn't have her. When its just me, its later. One time, I was all alone while my mom got her spiffy new ID card, my bus driver came 10 minutes early. What kind of bus driver is this. He can never come at the correct time in which he is supposed to come. I'm glad we didn't have the bus come at 11:30. Or else I would be extremely late for school. I'm also glad that I don't have the same bus driver coming home or I'd be home at 6:30 instead of the normal 5:45-6:00. But once my afternoon bus driver came half an hour late. So this is why I am oh so very glad to be within walking distance of my school. (At home). At least I know my feet won't be 10-30 minutes late.