I was sitting above the rear, driver-side tire, when it exploded. In an entirely undramatic fashion, the bus slowed down to a stop as it pulled over to the curb. Other than the initial bang of the tire popping, nothing else happened but a parked vehicle.
“Everyone off,” the bus driver announced as he opened the front and back doors.
I was one of the last to step out, and even once I was off I was hesitant to walk away. I stayed next to the busted mammoth, smoking cigarettes until two tow trucks came to haul it to a mechanic.
Once it was gone, I felt better, but hadn’t realized I felt bad before.
Subpar Co-star 