The Return of the Stomper
Not only did I get home this morning to find this in my shower:
(without legs extended, it was about a 4″ diameter. Either a hobo or an aggressive house spider (the pic is of a hobo). I think it was the exact same spider that I cleared out of Ms. Grumpy’s house this past week and flushed. Good to know that our sewer systems are as connected the rest of our lives)
… but today’s bus trip into work also featured the return of The Stomper.[fn1]
Dammit. He’s a gregarious, nice guy… but he can’t drive a bus for shit. 6 blissful months with no bruised knees on the way to work, but like mold, the Taliban, and the song Xanadu… he’s baaaack. Absence did not make my heart grow fonder. Actually, I think absence fueled my burgeoning hatred for The Stomper, a fact I did not realize until I saw him again this morning. Grr.
A stomper is a bus driver who accelerates and decelerates rapidly to the extent that the passengers get whiplash and bruised knees. This bus driver is the king of the stompers, hence the honorific The Stomper.
