I ride a commuter bus home most days. Yesterday there was a Hill intern (yes, sporting the red badge of shame) in the inside seat on the last row of the bus. There is an unwritten protocol that the bus deboards front to back one row at a time. It's oh-so-civilized.
When the bus arrived at its destination, said intern starts climbing over me. I tell him, "we're all getting off here." He continues to the aisle and rushes mid-bus where he promptly runs into his fellow passengers exiting.
Once off the bus, the driver, who I assumed to be his mother ("Proud Navy Mom" license plate frame) swoops him away in a minivan. I'm sure she is proud of her intern too.
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