Today the bus was fetid.

Fetid is another word for foul smelling. And I would say that the bus smelled bad, but I've been on it before when it smelled real bad. One time it smelled so bad I got off two stops later and waited for the next bus.

The thing about the bus is that it is a source of endless entertainment. I ride it to school at least five days a week, and rarely does it disappoint. One time I saw a guy take a pill he found on the floor. One night I saw two guys roughing up a third guy at a bus stop. As the bus approached the stop, one of the guys waved the bus driver to move on. Another time I saw a guy on the bus wearing only a large orange sleeping bag. He was wearing it like a tent. All you could see was the sleeping bag and his two feet sticking out of the bottom - you couldn't even see his face. When we got to his stop, he simply stood up, without apparently being able to see, and walked out. And one other time I saw a bus driver- a woman- kick a guy off the bus. Literally, kick a guy, with her foot, off the bus!!

There are so many other things I could say about the bus, but don't worry, the stories will come. It's only a matter of time. OK, I'll go ahead and say it, today the bus smelled bad, real bad.