Waste time talking to the bus driver

"Oh god," Tara groaned, motioning impatiently at the door. "Let me off!"

The driver made a display of slowly turning around in his seat. "Oh, hey, lucky you, he's gone!" he proclaimed with a smile, but then his look got serious as he looked up at the young redhead. "I thought you said he was gonna **** you, child! Why you now chasin' after that nigger pervert, huh?"

Tara winced, realizing the driver must have heard her unfortunate comment on the otherwise empty bus. "I'm sorry," she whispered, blinking her big green eyes at him and trying to look contrite. "It was my upbringing, I'm really trying to change... I'm gonna get a black boyfriend for sure! It's just that one took my purse..." She glanced outside, despairing that the thief would be gone for good by now.