There are very few people on the bus this morning, and it's a rather quiet ride until a certain guy gets on the bus, and another passenger recognizes him. The two are a little boisterous, but you can tell they're just excited to see one another, and they eventually calm down after catching up. The one who most recently got on the bus sighs, and says,

"I don't know about you, but I'm about to go and hit this blunt."

Now, he says it so openly and freely that, one would think he intended on getting off at the next stop in order to smoke.

One would think.

The guy then gets up from his seat, walks to the very back of the bus, with his friend not far behind. One opens a window, the other takes out his lighter, and the two begin smoking their weed on the bus without a care in the world.

While opening a window is a good idea to help with the sight and smell of the smoke, it does not eliminate it by any means. In fact, it's only a matter of seconds before it reaches the front of the bus; where the driver is. Everyone on the bus hears the familiar "click" of the loudspeaker, controlled by the driver, before this is said with great disdain:

"Are you for real right now?"

It's very obvious who the driver is speaking to, but the two play innocent and ignore the message. She continues,

"Either put it out, or get off the bus."

One of the two men shoots back:

"I'm not doing shit."

And with that, the driver pulls over the bus at the next stop, opens both sets of doors, and turns off the bus. She gets up, takes out her phone, and begins a call with the police.

Just as I start composing an email to my manager explaining that I may be late in arriving at the office, the two reluctantly exit the bus, eyeing the driver the entire way out.