Nothing like a cold rainy PNW morning trapped behind a school bus stopping *every. ten. feet.* Like, are these kids even real? Or do they just *spawn* from the mist like NPCs in a glitchy open-world game? Meanwhile, I’m sitting here w/ wipers on *warp speed,* contemplating my life choices as each stop adds another year to my commute. At this rate, I’ll arrive somewhere between *eventually* & *retirement.* But sure, Timmy, take your time climbing those stairs—we're all rooting for you.