We waited longer and exchanged numbers so we could sue the living shit out of Big Daddy. It is now Tuesday and we've yet to get our stuff back. If there's any moral to this story it is to completely avoid Big Daddy Buses, or any chartered buses whose owners lack facial hair for that matter. Too many people say that these days. Being a cop, like owning a concert bus transport company, is a job.
Some people do their job well, and then there are the pigs.
Junior David Downs is the Nexus features editor. His column, The Low Down, appears every Wednesday, although we cannot guarantee he will always be this complimentary of the Thin Blue Line. No comments yet. No comments yet.