You drive the 33 eastbound between 5 and 6pm. You're not the best bus driver - running over curbs and slamming on brakes - and your glasses are silly. But I can look past all of that because you're ridiculously good looking. I can't help but stare at you in the rear view mirror, bobbing your head to whatever you may or may not be listening to. I want to say hi, but I'd prefer you keep your eyes on the road....