Waiting for the Bus

Yesterday, as I was driving around, I noticed 2 men who were waiting for a bus.  They were both black men.  The second one I saw was sitting on a bench and, not surprisingly, staring at a smartphone.  The first one I saw was standing and looking down the road: presumably for a bus.  My heart went out to him; he was waiting for the bus: the bus that may never come.

Smartphone

 
If you have a smartphone, and you're looking at it all the freaking time, here's what you need to do.  First, give me your digits.  Then put it on vibrate and slide it up your backside.  Then I'll call you, and you'll receive a special treat.