One of best parts about getting rif’d from corporate life and going to driving a school bus was the dress-code. My wardrobe became jeans and t-shirts, no more phallic neck devices! As long as the shirts weren’t obscene or portrayed vices, I was set. Now I carry the clothes downstairs to the wash, wife says she’s in charge of the washing [NO! red shirts do not go with white slips or socks], and I carry the clean back up and put them away.
One of best parts about getting rif’d from corporate life and going to driving a school bus was the dress-code. My wardrobe became jeans and t-shirts, no more phallic neck devices! As long as the shirts weren’t obscene or portrayed vices, I was set. Now I carry the clothes downstairs to the wash, wife says she’s in charge of the washing [NO! red shirts do not go with white slips or socks], and I carry the clean back up and put them away.