Arsey bus driver
A few years ago, before I was riding, I was seeing a girl a few miles away. Every day I'd get in the queue to get on the bus that takes me to her. I was so nervous, I'd just sit and smile - after all, her house was only another mile.

Anyway, I got chatting to the driver on the route, I used to thank him, driver, for getting me there, told him "You'll be an inspector, have no fear" as that was his ultimate ambition one day. Now, mindful of the lack of transport options to see my lady, I didn't want to cause no fuss, but I asked him to buy it.

His response? "Nooooooooo!"

I explained, "I don't care how much I pay, I wanna drive my bus to my baby each day." I kept on "I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it ..."

He just kept replying "you caaaaan't have it!"

I reiterated that it wasn't sensible paying thruppence and sixpence every day, just to drive to my baby - especially when he insisted in taking such archaic coinage.

I kept saying, "I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it."

Anyway, he eventually relented, for 100 English pounds (I offered him 95 - he wouldn't take under) and so every day you'll see the dust as I drive my baby in my magic bus (too much, magic bus).
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