There's a Dead Man on the Bus

"There's a dead man on the bus!", the pseudo hood rat proclaimed.
I could see the bus driver look through his review mirror. His eyes drew a straight line to the back. His eyes were open but he wasn't breathing. Not breathing but drooling. It jerked. The bus not the corpse but I guess it jerked to a halt. We filed frantically off the bus as if the man were to give us a disease. I mean its not like he could've got up and chased us but i find it strange that unless one knows the body, a dead body is like a dead squirrel, gross. His headphones were blaring and Bruce Springsteen was the soundtrack to his death. He lay cold and expressionless. His eyes wide open. Even though he didn't make a sound in death he didn't look anything close to peaceful. Nobody tried for his pulse. No one called the ambulance right away. Just the sound of the complaining bus driver stating he didn't have time for this...strange. What a way to go