Which bus do you ride?

So, we're on the way home from one of my doctor's appointments at the end of March. I was on a high from the good news I'd just received. We're on RT30, right in front of the Walmart in Lancaster. It's pouring down rain, so traffic was a bit slower than usual. My Husband and I are talking and laughing.

Out of nowhere, a bus passes us in the left lane, going a little too fast for the weather conditions. I start to become irritable (I detest bad drivers), when I notice the bus number. I scramble to grab my phone, so I can take a picture of it, not knowing what kind of shot I'm going to get because of the weather, and how fast the bus was moving. I quickly take the picture, then start laughing hysterically. All I could muster as an explanation to my Husband was, "Look! Bus! Number!" while pointing out the window.

For the next couple of days, every time I thought about it, I would burst into a major fit of the giggles. What's really funny, though, is that I know a couple of kids that would qualify to ride this bus ....

The short bus for evil kids