I work at a school. As I was leaving one day, I walked past the desk of the transportation supervisor.

"How are you doing, Derp?" I asked.

"I'm doing great. I'm shopping for new busses!" New busses. Interesting.

I asked him what kind of busses he was looking at, thinking maybe there were three or four to choose from. No. He had seven tabs open in his browser and each tab had like 15 or 20 busses on it. I have never really, truly investigated the broad variety of busses available to the discerning bus shopper. He explained that they all have different capacities and load limits and comfort equipment and seat styles and safety features and maintenance schedules, etc...

"That seems like a lot of choice. How are you going to pick the best one?"

"Well, I really like this one right here. It's really comfortable," he said as he pointed one out.

"What do you like about it?" I asked.

I thought he was about to tell me all about how it had nice comfortable seats for the students, and how the air conditioning was really powerful, and how there were TVs built into the back of every seat, or something like that.

No.

He went on to tell me all about how comfortable it was for the /driver/. It had a great driver's seat, and the driver had separate climate control, and there were all kinds of ways the driver could play his music out of the sound system. I was a little taken aback. Here this guy is with all this power over how the students commute and he was only considering his own needs. I thought about saying two things to him.

Thing 1: "It looks like your first priority is your own pleasure."

Thing 2: "You're really more concerned with yourself while you drive than your passengers."

Instead, I said a combination of those things.

"Gee Derp, it seems like your first priority is pleasuring yourself while you drive."
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I accused the transportation supervisor of masturbating while driving a
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I work at a school. As I was leaving one day, I walked past the desk of the transportation supervisor.

"How are you doing, Derp?" I asked.

"I'm doing great. I'm shopping for new busses!" New busses. Interesting.

I asked him what kind of busses he was looking at, thinking maybe there were three or four to choose from. No. He had seven tabs open in his browser and each tab had like 15 or 20 busses on it. I have never really, truly investigated the broad variety of busses available to the discerning bus shopper. He explained that they all have different capacities and load limits and comfort equipment and seat styles and safety features and maintenance schedules, etc...

"That seems like a lot of choice. How are you going to pick the best one?"

"Well, I really like this one right here. It's really comfortable," he said as he pointed one out.

"What do you like about it?" I asked.

I thought he was about to tell me all about how it had nice comfortable seats for the students, and how the air conditioning was really powerful, and how there were TVs built into the back of every seat, or something like that.

No.

He went on to tell me all about how comfortable it was for the /driver/. It had a great driver's seat, and the driver had separate climate control, and there were all kinds of ways the driver could play his music out of the sound system. I was a little taken aback. Here this guy is with all this power over how the students commute and he was only considering his own needs. I thought about saying two things to him.

Thing 1: "It looks like your first priority is your own pleasure."

Thing 2: "You're really more concerned with yourself while you drive than your passengers."

Instead, I said a combination of those things.

"Gee Derp, it seems like your first priority is pleasuring yourself while you drive."
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I said to a bus driver, when he realized I
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