The Peppermint Squad?

“The Peppermint Squad!? What kind of pansy assed name is that!?” This, of course, is the ranting of Sebastian Q. Whimsfairy. He was in his usual spot on the bus top bench eating a bowl of barley soup. Barley soup is a great choice to warm your bones on a cold winter day. But seeing as the temperature was in the nineties and humidity level was higher, I’m thinking a gazpacho would have been a better choice. But a clear line of thinking was not Sebastian’s strong suit.

Sebastian was sitting alone on the bench not just because he was a disheveled old man ranting aloud to himself, but he was also a very animated talker and would often spatter soup on anyone within spattering range.

“Why in my day we would have had tough sounding names like the Fireballs…or the Jaw Breakers…or the Jujubes. Well maybe not the Jujube’s. People might think we were a bunch of heebs. “

The bus showed up to the relief of the future riders who gingerly moved around Sebastian and made their escape. Sebastian remained on the bench spattering and spewing about his next errant thought process.