Frankie was really happy. He hurried home to tell his wife he had a new job. The School for Children that Need Special Attention had hired him to drive one of their bus routes.
The next morning he was caught a bit off guard by the garish design of the bus large paintings of Bert, Ernie, Oscar, and Big Bird both inside and out. But anyhow, in good spirits, off he drove.
At the first stop, without trying to be unkind, he saw a little girl that clearly had an obesity problem (about 450 lbs worth). As she got on, she politely said Good morning. My name is Patty, and took her seat.
OK, Frankie thought, and onward to the next stop. At the second bus stop waited another chubby little girl. Good morning said Frankie. Good morning, said the little girl, My name is Patty. What the..((?)) Of course, Frankie began to think, they must be pulling some kind of test on me here. Just stay calm.
As he approached the third stop, no fat little girl, but a severely disabled little boy in his chair waited. Frankie used the bus lift system to bring the boy on board, who almost brought him to tears with a quiet Hello, Im Ross from the little boy.
Stop number four brought all the warm fuzzies to an end as a hyper little boy jumped on the bus, made ugly sounds at all the other students, ran to the back of the bus and pulled his socks off and started picking at his toes. Thats Lester Heath, said one of the Patty girls.
And on it went; up and down the emotional ladder with each new kid.
That night his wife (of course) asked, How was the first day? Frankie replied, its going to be an unusual job; I hope I can handle it. What on earth do you mean?, Ms Frankie asked.
Well, its just weird dealing with these unusual kids. Today, for instance, before I could even get started it was .
(ok, dont shoot me here ..)
Two Obese Pattys, Special Ross, an Lester Heath pickin bunions on a Sesame Street Bus ..
The next morning he was caught a bit off guard by the garish design of the bus large paintings of Bert, Ernie, Oscar, and Big Bird both inside and out. But anyhow, in good spirits, off he drove.
At the first stop, without trying to be unkind, he saw a little girl that clearly had an obesity problem (about 450 lbs worth). As she got on, she politely said Good morning. My name is Patty, and took her seat.
OK, Frankie thought, and onward to the next stop. At the second bus stop waited another chubby little girl. Good morning said Frankie. Good morning, said the little girl, My name is Patty. What the..((?)) Of course, Frankie began to think, they must be pulling some kind of test on me here. Just stay calm.
As he approached the third stop, no fat little girl, but a severely disabled little boy in his chair waited. Frankie used the bus lift system to bring the boy on board, who almost brought him to tears with a quiet Hello, Im Ross from the little boy.
Stop number four brought all the warm fuzzies to an end as a hyper little boy jumped on the bus, made ugly sounds at all the other students, ran to the back of the bus and pulled his socks off and started picking at his toes. Thats Lester Heath, said one of the Patty girls.
And on it went; up and down the emotional ladder with each new kid.
That night his wife (of course) asked, How was the first day? Frankie replied, its going to be an unusual job; I hope I can handle it. What on earth do you mean?, Ms Frankie asked.
Well, its just weird dealing with these unusual kids. Today, for instance, before I could even get started it was .
(ok, dont shoot me here ..)
Two Obese Pattys, Special Ross, an Lester Heath pickin bunions on a Sesame Street Bus ..
