More Bus Fun!

Yesterday on the bus a man gave me his seat.

I said "Thank you."

He whispered "I'm Superman."

He leaped out the door at the next stop, and ran pell-mell down the street.

I think, in retrospect, he might have been crazy, but at the time I was PRETTY SURE he was Superman.

On a totally unrelated topic, I've written a poem about the woman I work with.

Old crazy dame, you shave your lip
you sit on your prosthetic hip
You type as fast as a snail
you don't know how to use email
You're pretty rude, when on the phone
you asked me how to spell "cellphone"
And though you smell of a bovine
Do not fret, I like you fine.