Bus Hierarchy

If ever one is old enough to sit in a bus filled with little (and when I say little, I mean little) kids that interact with each other rather noisily (the bane of my existance the entire while I sit in the bus), one will notice a certain hierarchy amongst them. There's the jester (to be fair, all of them are jesters in my eyes), the queen (little wench that she is ordering everyone around), the king (place currently being occupied by a girl in my bus), the evil minions that pose as advisers and the poor peasants that suffer under the tyrannical rule of... *lightning effect in the background, please* the kids.

It's really quite amusing watching them, and rather disturbing when I consider the possibility and high probability that I could have been like them. They're bossy, they like to think they know everything (actually, a lot of people no matter the age like to think that) and when one knows better, they're actions and conversations are immensely entertaining. I remember having to turn my face away to keep from right out and laughing in their faces. Poor runts... I bet they'd get heart palpitations to see the mean YP monster of the bus laughing. Lord knows I managed to stare a girl down for being rude. And I managed to scare a poor boy enough times to make him squeel like a pig (to be fair to the pig, the boy does resemble one). Of course, it's a right pain when they scream (which they do A LOT).

So, come on along, and have some fun (as long as you bring a box of panadol/aspirin). You'll love watching the eight wonder of the world and as long as you keep quiet and sit back, you'll have a laugh or two or three hundred in the privacy of your mind listening to the little dears grow up and make new discoveries.

P.S. I'm currently plagued with the flu; my head feels sort of heavy and fuzzy and so, if there are any mistakes, I apologise. Oh, and sorry Jials, but I'm eating the pretzels before I share them with you, again. I can't help it!!!