This morning I was on the bus. I take the S4 or the S2 to the end of the line. At the end of the line there are two stops, the first stop is closer to my office, the second one is a little bit further down the street. The first stop is the ideal spot and sometimes the bus driver doesn’t stop at this one but continues to the last one. Now, I don’t know why they do this I don’t know why there are two spots, one right after the other. Yes, it seems a bit pointless, but they’re both there, and so I choose to use the first option to my advantage. Today I was in the back of the bus and there were about 5 other folks there as well. Normally, I’m the only person left on the bus at this point so I can just personally ask the guy to stop. But today I decided I might just pull the cord, you know, just to let him know I would like to get off at the first stop and to not bother the other fine folks that early in the morning. Well, I stood up and I guess the guy across from me decided that his life just wasn’t enough for him, instead he wanted to interfere with mine as well. He says, smugly,
I think he knows that we need to stop here, I mean it is the end of the line. Sort of a given—donchya think?
I expect him to follow up with
I mean like NO DUH!
I looked at him, irritated. Should I explain? Should I let him know I’m not a total moron, nor am I a tourist, that I do this EVERY day? Is it worth it?
Oh, thanks.
I grab my things and leave.
Mihow 
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