D.O.P.-T.

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The bus this morning was one of the newer, liquid natural gas ones: small, and with the rear half up a great big step. Saturday nights on the buses are usually relatively calmer - the crowd presumably catch the later bus after bar closing time in San Jose - so I had a seat at the front of this platform, on the other side from the rear door, and was reading my way along El Camino (history of airlines), when there were a couple of loud thumps. The driver pulled us over and chewed out the reprobate sitting two seats back, who had apparently opened - and dropped - a very large beer. Which was now creating a river all down the length of the bus. Suddenly the driver went back to his cubbyhole and produced a wadded up newspaper, which he made the guy use to swab the floor. When I got off, the guy was still ineffectually dabbing around under his seat, while rivulets of beer threaded their way sideways and forwards in front of the doors. I'm afraid I trod in it a little bit.