No talking with food in your mouth!

My adventures with Septa continue, specifically on the 23 bus. I went home (Mt Airy) to be a great citizen and vote for the first time. That's a story in itself, but this post is about my ride on the 23 bus. I think I should write a book about my adventures but ANYWHO, since when do kids get spelling practice on the bus? I witnessed a grandma lecture her grandson about how she was going to "whip his butt with her belt". After the child lied about putting his money in the machine for his transfer his grandma yelled, " You're lucky I don't have my belt!". She proceeded to yell the letters of belt to him like a drill sergeant, " b-e-l-t, what's that spell? And I'm gonna do what? t-a-p, whats that spell? Tap what? b-u-t." The little boy interjected, "It's b-u-t-t grandma!" and she happily responded by saying, " I bet you know what to spell the three letter word for that too." I was wowed. So wowed I couldn't even turn my head to be nosey. This went on for about 5 minutes at the top of their lungs at 8:30 in the morning. I left the bus preparing myself for my spelling bee, b-e-l-t, t-a-p, b-u-t-t!
Until my next adventure on the 23 bus folks, practice your ABC's because you'll never know when you'll be not-so-pleasantly reminded of them.

J.