You Can Ride In My Front Seat Any Day. . .

This person, Debora Moscone, was asked to move from her front seat by the driver of a city bus in Lindau, Germany because of her cleavage. . .



which leads me to ask the question, "Herr Driver, are you ghey?"

This bit from an auto-translated article describes the scene clearly:

But at a stop the bus driver addresses it: Their sight confuses it, it can not on the traffic concentrate, then it cannot drive on. The driver places the attractive young woman before the choice: Either it puts itself then that it cannot see it also in the mirror to no more, or it must step out.

Debora Moscone holds first for a joke. But the driver is serious it. Thus it adds and sits down directly behind the driver, where it is separate from it by an obscure disk. At the station arrived, it places the driver to the speech. It affirmed its procedure and refers to Paragraf 6 of the transport order, which gives it the right to instruct the passengers where they are to put themselves.

I'll say.

By the way, Debora? If you're not doing anything next Tuesday let's get together for dinner. I make a mean wienerschnitzel. You know. . .call me. Schnell!