So, I was on the bus and some guy Hijacked it... but I had a tub of ice cream that was going to melt unless I got it home so I went and I knocked him out and started driving and then the hijacker woke up so I am driving with on hand and fighting him off with the other.
Anyways, at the next stop I kicked him out the door, you know, with my foot. (Sorry, off topic)
And sorry about that. Sometimes I drift off and trail into a story that has nothing to do with anything. Like the time I took the train to Shelbyville. You see, I was taking the train to shelbyville... and I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. I was going to the trade show... and I had an onion tied to my belt... which was the style at the time. Back then, the train cost a nickle, which in our day had pictures of bumblees on them. "Give me 5 bees for a quarter," we'd say. Anyways, thats not the point, the point is I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. Back then, we didnt have these little white onions that you have now, no sirree. We had these big PURPLE ones. But, thats not the point, the point is I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time....
Where was I? Oh, well... unimportant.
Lets get back on topic, shall we?