SUNDAY, APRILL 6, 2009 4PM, I BOARDED THE BUS BOUND FOR WASHINGTON D.C. BY WAY OF NEW YORK CITY RETURNING HOME. MY BOYFRIEND WHO WAS LIVING IN TORONTO ACCOMPANIED ME TO THE BOARDING AREA. HE IS PAKINSTANIAN AND I AM BLACK. HE KISSED ME GOODBYE AND WE HUGGED. WHILE I WAS ON THE BUS I REMEMBERED THAT I HAD LEFT MY FOOD IN THE STATION. YOUR BUS DRIVER WAS ON THE BUS BUT NOT READY TO GO YET. I SAID TO HIM, "I LEFT MY FOOD INSIDE" AND HIS REMARK TO ME WAS, "WELL I HOPE IT DOESN'T STINK. I COULD NOT UNDERSTAND WHY HE WOULD SAY THIS... read full review »