Today I got on my bus, nodded, said hello, went to my seat, heard you say something like "really." I didn't bother. In curious boredom, I watched you closer today. I noticed you saying these words to every passenger. My mind deduced you were saying "really?" because no one was really saying hello or thanking you. Then came a girl who was running after the bus, you did see her, stopped, but not before a giant sigh and wave of the hand in frustration. Some other chick ran in front the bus, wanting on but this time, you said "ch," shook your head and drove off. You pointed your finger at a car who could've cut you off. You honked at a bicyclist who was not in the bike lane. This was all in 45 minutes. I heard you say to someone, "that's the first time I haven't stopped at that stop, I should buy a lottery ticket." One day, you sang a song, through the microphone. I've never seen this before. You got applause and you're voice isn't terrible. I said, "finally worth the ride." Not amused, you said, "allright." Another time, I said "the rides better when you're singing." You said, "only on a Friday."
You seem nice as you do wave at people getting off the bus, but you are crazy bipolar or something. I don't know if I like that you are in control of my destiny, as at any moment you could drive us off the bridge. Maybe you're bitter about a failed singing career. From your view it's normal to complain, but for me, it's scary. I feel the same about pilots.