The following story is not one that I included in my new book. But if there is a follow-up edition in the future, maybe I’ll consider adding a CD.
A Song was Needed
Several years ago, as the school year was coming to a close, a video was put together to share with all the drivers in the county. The person putting the video together asked if anyone had any music they would like played in the background. I said, “I DO!”
You see, a few weeks earlier I had sat down with my 8-track digital recorder and put together an ode to bus drivers. I even enlisted the help of my two girls (they sang backup and made all the noise). Even though it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously, there were within it were certain elements of truth.
This Is A True Story
One day, just when the morning routes were coming to an end, a desperate call came over the 2-way radio. At first, it didn’t make sense, or at least it didn’t seem like much about which to be concerned. All of a sudden, like the moment you realize the unbelievable is real, the subject of the distressing radio transmission becomes painfully obvious.
Have you ever been walking through Wal-Mart and seen somebody that made you say to yourself, “What in the world was she thinking?” Well this was one of those moments, only the audio kind. Honest as a heart attack, this is how the conversation went…
Dispatcher: “What number is this?” (in other words, the dispatcher was asking for the number of the bus)
Bus Attendant: “Number ONE! Not TWO! I gotta go PEE! PLEASE let me go PEE!!“
If I’m lying, I’m dying.
No joke, an attendant on a special needs bus got on the radio and asked permission to get off and go relieve herself. She literally pleaded and begged over the airwaves. But the craziest thing about all of this is that she wasn’t the only adult on that bus; she wasn’t even the dadgum driver! There was no need for her to call in and ask permission to go to the bathroom! She could have gone “number one” any time she wanted!
Folks, here is a lesson for you: when you have to go “potty,” keep it to yourself!
So, enjoy the song. Feel free to pass it on. I can’t make anything off of it anyway, you know. Sammy Davis, Jr. might come back an haunt me.