Travelling on a bus is generally a better, if slightly slower, way to get from one area in Paris to another.
But occasionally, one runs into a nasty bus driver, like the one that we had today. Shutting the door quickly, shoving his foot onto the accelerator (pushing on the mushroom, it's called here,) swearing at any car or taxi that dares to pass (legally or not), and finally, coming to a sudden halt, throwing half of the standing population into the laps of those fortunate enough to have a seat.
Drivers like him need to be fired. Unfortunately, it seems that job protection is so great that this is a Herculean task. So, I tightly grab the steel bar, flex my knees, pretend that I am a circus acrobat, and pray for equilibrium to last until my ride is ended.
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