All Snowing, Not All Knowing

Man: “Hey, bro. Do you know when the number seven bus is coming?”

Me: “It should’ve been here five minutes ago.”

Man: “Un-f******-believable. I bet you anything the driver’s a woman or old.”

Me: “Um… or this heavy snow delayed the bus, as it has for the last two days.”

(Five minutes later…)

Man: “F*** sakes, I got places to be. B**** needs to hurry up!”

Me: “Calm down, man. You don’t know what happened.”

Man: “Stop trying to stick up for these f****** lazy-a** drivers.”

(I decide not to bother. Ten minutes later the bus arrives. We get on.)

Man: “F****** finally. We’ve been waiting for an hour in the snow!”

Driver: “I’m sorry. I was delayed by an accident. Sounds pretty bad; I had to be rerouted so the ambulances could get there.”

(The man goes silent.)

Me: “I hope you’re f****** happy now.”