The Saga of the Evil Ghetto Bus Driver: Part 2

So on Friday, we were on the bus and everyone was petting everyone else's hair. Apparently, I was "more obvious" than anyone else (where is the rule that says petting is not allowed???), so the bus driver came over the loud speaker and said "Rachel! Why you touchin' other people? If they wanted you to touch their hair, they'd give you some."

Why, Mr. Bus Driver? Why??

p.s. Sorry I haven't posted in so long. School has been so incredibly school-like.