He’s Totally Bus-Hurt

(When I close at work, I have to leave by a specific time, since I take the bus home. All the managers and most of my coworkers know this. It’s close to my time to leave, even though there’s still some work left for everyone else. A newer coworker sees me heading to the break room.)

Coworker: “Wait, are we done?”

Me: “No, but I have to leave by 9:30.”

Coworker: “Oh, why?”

Me: “I have to take the bus home and I catch the last one.”

Coworker: “Wait. You don’t drive?”

Me: “No? I don’t own a car or have a license.”

Coworker: “Why not? You can get a cheap car at [Shady Dealership].”

Me: “I’ve got medical issues, so it’s unsafe for me to drive. My boyfriend usually drives me where I need to go.”

Coworker: “I don’t believe you. You’re just lazy!”

(I just went and clocked out. I could hear my coworker calling me lazy as the manager let me out.)