If Its An Actual Hasidic At the Wheel, The Bus Will Behave Like a Fire Engine On Its Way To A Burning Building.

This morning I took my dog out for two walks. Someone stole my New York Times for the first time from my doorstep. I took my dog out once to walk my wife to the train. I took my dog out a second time to collect the laundry. I had left some shirts at the laundromat the last time and I had to pick those up as well. On the way back, an Asian girl wearing a blue billowy skirt, a white v-neck t-shirt with slightly wet, black hair to the shoulders listening to an iPod through those little white head phones was walking just in front of me. She wore a poofy 70's airline style purse bag that had some white lines stenciled or screened on it. Something like you might find at a Paul Frank store. A long, yellow Hasidic school bus full of Hasidic girls perched precariously what seemed atop the backs of the seats drove by. The older Puerto Rican driver honked a couple of times while approaching and then stared at the Asian girl as he drove by. To me, she looked Korean. Stopped at the next light, he continued to stare at her, the Hasidic girls crawling all over the seats. Tomorrow I am going to get up early and wait at my front window with a raw egg in my hand. If someone takes my newspaper I am going to cream them.