"What time will this bus arrive in Grome City?" Sean asked the bus conductor.
"About eight or nine hours, sir."
"That long?" Sean protested.
"If you want to go fast you can take a private jet or a supercar, not a bus!!" Said the conductor angrily.
"How rude," Sean muttered.
"Huh sir, you're blocking the entrance! Move aside, go to the back. Other passengers want to get on the bus, not just you!" The fat conductor screeched angrily and yelled at Sean in a high tone.
"Yes, yes, all right!" Sean snapped back and walked to the back row of bus seats and flung himself onto them.
Sean couldn't remember the last time he rode a bus or any other public transportation. So far, as the son of a rich businessman, Sean's life had never been difficult. He could go wherever he wanted, have whatever
