When I first heard this, I thought that it was a joke. Had it been a joke, had this been a legitimate satire piece, it’s amazing! It’s #Brilliant worthy. But it’s not a joke.
How? How does this make it through all of the potential hurdles to vinyl? Who thinks of this? There is so much wrong with this, not the least of which is the casual manner in which the family quickly tosses aside the news of “no survivors” to celebrate that Dad missed the bus.
“Not our problem, anymore, right? To he*l with all those folks suffering tonight. We’re all good! So let’s celebrate! Merry Christmas to all!”
The callous nature of the 180-degree response aside – I’m willing to grant an unfathomable degree of relief and release in that moment – the casualties were very likely friends and acquaintances and even co-workers of this dude. They likely rode Bus #5 together every single day. That driver was likely the same route driver every single day. Heck, like pews in church on Sunday, they undoubtedly had preferred seating on this bus. But whatever, right? Let’s eat! Nothing captures the Christmas spirit like a total disregard for one’s neighbor’s tragedy. And why is the guy ringing the doorbell at his own house? Just walk in, dude. It’s your house.
Awful.
P.S. – say “Hi” to your girlfriend for us, because we know that’s really why you missed the ol’ #5.
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