SIX SENTENCE STORY Cue …long
A long time ago when I was a teenager, I made my first trip to San Francisco, California.
I got on a bus, sat on the front seat and enjoyed the view as it carried us up and down hills.
The bus was full when I got on, however after making several stops, the only ones left on the bus were two elderly couples and myself.
I can vividly recall the driver acting a little strange, falling forward on the steering wheel, the elderly people screaming loudly as the bus speeded down a steep hill, me dashing out of my seat when the driver fell sideways landing on the floor of the bus, and me sitting in the driver’s seat trying to push my foot on the brake pedal as hard as I could!
The bus continued speeding down the hill and I tried to steer it the best I could, however, it did swipe several vehicles along the way.
My knuckles turned white from squeezing the steering wheel, my feet cramping from pushing on the brake pedal, and my eyes were big as saucers by the time the bus got to the bottom of the hill where the road flattened out and I brought the bus to a complete stop.
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