Tom Dey's bus holiday..a 1956 black and white classic

Tom had a bit of the five p.m. perky in his stride as he stepped out of his 1956 DeSoto and headed up the sidewalk to his double wide..

'Honeyyyy! I'm home!!!!!!'

Mrs. Tom adjusted her pearls and spritzed a bit of Estee Lauder behind her ears before she headed into the kitchen...she slipped some John Legend vinyl on the Victrola before she went to meet her man.

'Oh Tom, the pot roast is in the slow cooker and you are lookin' gooooood!'

Tom grunted as he slammed down his lunch box, grabbed her around the waist in the manliest way, and slowly did the samba with Mrs. Tom around the kitchen island to the sound of 'Me and Mrs. Jones'. (It is at this point that we blank out the current Tom thoughts to observe the 'I will not offend the naughty laws').

After a day of mass producing birth control devices that would be shipped to Indiana, as per the order of Governor Pence, Tom was feeling frisky.

'Darlin', break out the Genny Cream Ale!'

The kitchen thermometer shot up ten degrees, and then.....

(kitchen door slams open)

'Hey Tom, you and the missus gettin' ready to do the Southside ...'

'Growellllllll!! Don't you ever knock!!!!'

Clueless Growel Bear always interrupted the Deys as they were feeling a bit steamy....

'Growler, the DeSoto needs a new fan belt, and I am taking the city bus to work tomorrow..wanna come?', sez Tom.

Growel wasn't crazy about the thought of riding the Rochester red line with the dark skinned, the smelly, and the goat shepherds. He knew, HE JUST KNEW, the bus seats were loaded with as yet unidentified viral killers.

But the Growler loved his Tom (no, not in that way) and agreed to slum it out of the 8 am from Henrietta.

As Growel slurped his pot roast with buttered bread, he full mouthed his agreement to Tom..'Tom (slurp, grunt), I will meet you at the bus stop by the Trump tower at seven fifty.'

Tom nodded in assent ,while secretly scratching Mrs. Tom's knee under the table.

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It was Jim Marron's last day before retirement... he had driven the same bus route for forty years, and hated every minute of it. He just wanted to get through today without any idiots or knuckleheads.

His hopes would soon be dashed.

Marilyn sat in the front seat, blinders preventing her from seeing left or right...that hideous 104 was sitting across from her...she hoped that 104 was not accompanied, ONCE AGAIN, by that dreadful smelly chimp, J Fred Muggs. It was so embarrassing to see 104 hugging that chimp...she couldn't wait to get her LEGAL VOTING ID driver's license, after making six connections, at the DMV.

Then she would buy that Studebaker she had her eye on.

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Albert sat where he always sat, left aisle, seat two, as he read 'Kierkegaard for Dummies'...he looked up as bus driver Marron whooshed open the door and his old friend Rick, wearing a hat covered with chickadees, bluejays and a talking cockatiel, stepped up.

'Mornin' Rick', said Albert.

'Shoosh, Albert, you know the girls like quiet while they's grazin''

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BF spotted the panic eyed Growel from her seat facing him, and thought him a tad cute.

She hiked up her denim skirt and winked in his panicked direction...Growel's tiny libido was successfully tweaked..his fearful mind temporarily stopped worrying about his third world co passengers and thought about... (naughty rule invoked).

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Zjabs moved up and down the aisles selling cheap Chinese knockoff Rolexes from inside his jacket lining...sad had this man become after retiring from his job as a New York State transgender prison guard counselor. Trump's massive deregulation of the financial industry had turned his pension into confetti, as slimy pension managers bought up toxic sub prime mortgage bonds.

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104 moved to the back of the bus...he noticed Amnesiac driving a 54 Henry Jay behind them...104 always wanted to moon Amnesiac. 104 asked Nick if he wanted to join in on the fun...Nick informed him that he had already mooned Amnesiac twice.

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Tom and Growel disembarked at the Voter ID registration office at the corner of Genesee and Main...Tom checked the office hours on the door..'Eight o'clock to eight oh five every third Friday'. A long line of black folks sadly disbanded.

Guess they wouldn't have to worry about long voter lines that November.

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End of the day, Jim Marron parked the bus for the last time.

He grabbed a six pack of cheese steaks and a pint of steam beer for the drive home.

He felt a tinge of concern for the new driver on this nutty route, LJ, who would be starting in the morning.

But then he got over it.

Time to turn on the Celebrity Apprentice.

© 2017 amnesiac...Hudson Valley's finest - 2/7/17


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