I have a great bus story. I grew up in rural Manitoba, and was on a school bus two hours everyday.
Last summer, while working up in Arviat, Nunavut, in the middle of the Arctic, I was walking around the garbage dump. and saw a bus there with my old school division (Intermountain No. 36, which no longer exists) painted on the side. "Huh," I thought. "What the heck is this bus doing here, 2000km north, in the middle of nowhere, where there are no roads. And how did it get here?"
I went in the bus, which was trashed, and was stunned and had to sit down for awhile, when at the back, I saw graffiti carved in the walls by my frinds and I.
It was my old bus...