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Once upon a time in a far-off enrollment program known as DODDS, we were ferried around the countryside in Charter buses to RAF Feltwell - basically an old AF base that was 40 minutes from RAF Lakenheath's residence - so, long drive each day. We were required to have an ID on us at all times and on numerous occasions, I would forget/destroy mine, which meant a [somewhat] temporary suspension from the bus. Seriously, because I didn't have my ID, my mom had to drive me to school every day for several weeks. She wasn't mad, though - she was just disappointed.
The charter buses were interesting though - all the Essex turns and bumps made the back seats extremely exciting, as you'd fly 4 feet in the air upon the slightest jar. What was most fun however, was that the system used a sort of bus number rotation, so you'd get one driver with his own bus one day, and a totally different one the next. Always interesting was the porn guy - there was a nook in his bus, just across from the middle staircase/bathroom, that was filled to the brim with magazines and videotapes - even a television and VCR down there. He had a lot of material, most of which was either black or interracial, which was slightly odd considering he was a fat, old, white limey with about 4 teeth in his head.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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