I stalked onto the bus, annoyed that it was late. How can a bus be late on its second stop of the route, I wondered? I said a cursory hello to the bus driver and made my way to a seat.
As I picked a seat, the bus driver started singing loudly, in broken English, "She got per-son-al-i-ty, yes she does, she got PER-SON-AL-I-TY...."
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