I just... I'm a bus driver, right? Forty-one, pretty sure. These damn hot flashes started hitting me on route 21, right before the big hill. Sweat just POURING down my face, passengers looking at me like I'm having some kind of episode. My mum calls from six states away, asking if I remembered to water her petunias, and I’m just trying not to swerve the bus because my shirt is practically sticking to the seat. Seriously, the irony – I'm literally driving a giant metal box, going nowhere fast, and feel like I'm gonna spontaneously combust. Hilarious.