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Patrick drove the bus every day at 9:30, 12:00 and 2:30 around Metrocity. He drove down 84th street and up Carlton Avenue, right past Happy Times preschool. He was the preschool bus. Parents sent huge loads of buspools, with one adult for five children. They handed him lunches at his various stops and he gave them to the teacher free of charge. They all knew and trusted Patrick, and Patrick was okay with that. This was why on the day that would change his life, Patrick said yes.
On the day in question, the teacher called Patrick. Her bus license had expired and she wasn't able to get it renewed. Could he take and hour off and drive the preschoolers to the library? So it happened that Patrick became the official preschool bus driver as well. Whether it was a trip to the fire station or an afternoon in the park Patrick could be counted on to drive the cutesy, smiling flower adorned Happy Times Bus. The kids were polite and it looked great on his resume.He was happy, they were happy.Where it started to go wrong was the unit on song, and Patrick saying yes. Again.
It wasn't that he wasn't expecting a silly, repetitive song. They were preschoolers. He just wasn't expecting it to be so true and so, so aggravating. The wheels on the bus did go round and round. The doors opened and shut and even he himself was frighteningly predictable. He always greeted them the same way and they noticed. The coins on the bus goes jingle jingle jangle. The kids on the bus go bump bump bump, over and over and over.
But Patrick never quit. He never stopped driving, and he never stopped smiling. Even though sometimes it seemed a little thin, and caused some of the younger children to cry.
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