//This is the instruction sheet for a inexpensive digital LCD watch sold in North America under the brand of Optimax.
//Today is Sunday. Thus, not as much traffic on the roads as a weekday. Today's transit driver was just depressed or angry. Early into the journey, he motions sarcastically at a car. Someone must have cut him off. Or so I thought. At a stoplight, he keeps pumping the brakes microscopically to give the bus a sensation of a hydraulic bouncing "low-rider". Then he lets out a moan as another car infront chooses to go straight instead of making a right turn at a controlled intersection. I'm starting to think this guy is depressed or crazy. A Sunday drive is really "nothing". The roads are in good shape. The weather and visibility is good. Passing pedestrians nearing a bus-stop, he leans over and stares at them to ensure they are not potential passengers. So far so good. That is quite admirable actually; Some drivers don't give a damn about their passengers. Next we miss a green light. Now comes another moan, like it is the end of the world. We wait at the intersection for the light to change. At the end of the trip, I get off, & thank the driver. He says "you are welcome" and we both go on our way. Summary of trip:
On time; Safe; Courteous. I shouldn't complain.
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