Frosty deserved it, the bus driver didn't

Yep, watch the video again - watch Frosty bite the dust. Ohhh, this is my new favorite video. I will watch it over and over again. Sweet justice.

Here's the thing - that poor bus driver had to resign for this. What the hell?

First, you see the car coming from the left, the driver hesitates, and then goes around. And, you know, whereas it probably wouldn't have done much damage to the car had the guy in the car gunned him down, but okay, I see why he drove around it. (Me, I wouldn't have, but we'll get to that in a minute.)

So, then the bus comes up from the right, and he sees Frosty sitting there, in the middle of the road, and he's got a big ol' bus, of course Frosty won't do anything to the bus, so he hits Frosty. You know what, that bus driver deserves a medal.

Instead, he had to resign.

What the hell? First of all, he did all the drivers on that road a favor by eliminating a road hazard. I mean, what about when a car from the left wants to veer around it, but there's a car coming on the opposite side. Well, someone's going to have to hit Frosty in that instance - so, why not the bus driver who can take out Frosty and his little snowballs without causing any damage to his vehicle?

Second of all, he did the world a favor by eliminating one more evil, demonic snowman. Snowmen are evil. Pure freakin' evil. And if you don't believe me, go hang out at Yankee Candle this time of year.

Believe me, if there was a snowman in the middle of the road, I'd go out of my way to run it over too. Kind of like how my father-in-law will go out of his way to run over a possum, I'll go out of my way to demolish a snowman.

I am the sick person who would (not that I have, but I would, believe me) put a hair dryer on an extension cord just to have the wonderful pleasure of watching a snowman melt into a puddle of death.

I know none of you understand my hatred of snowmen - so allow me to tell the tale ...

Picture it, Yankee Candle, 2002.

The Christmas accessories were rolling in. Cute little Santas, and gingerbread men and ... the snowmen. The first few that came in weren't that bad. They were tolerable. It wasn't until "the heads" came in.

They were these ceramic heads - just snowman heads, that you put your jar candles in (to hide the fact you are burning a candle - because apparently a decapitated snowman head on your table is less of an eyesore than a candle). Here's the worst part, not only were they just snowman heads, they were freakin' smiling, they were thrilled to be just snowman heads. The look on their faces was pure evil, straight from the depths of hell demonic smiles. I could not get this vision out of my head that was like Braveheart - all the heads on one side of the battlefield, all the bodies on the other.

It was just vicious. I mean, come on, can't we all just get along with detached parts of our bodies? No, apparently not. And that is just one of many reasons I hate snowman and that damn snowman in the middle of the road got what the hell he deserved. Personally, I hope the driver gets reinstated. What a bullshit reason to have to resign.