How I had to explain my bus story to some of my whi...err UN-gehto friends Well it all started on a normal evening after school. Getting on the bus as usual, I pick my seat in the back knowing soon the bus will be filled before I get off my stop, so its best to pick seats where no one really likes to sit. So thinking I was destined to ride this bus alone as we departure from the station, I blanket my eyes with its lids, quenching my sleep deprivation. As we reach half way till my destination, my eye lids open slowly to take m surroundings. To my amusement and joy, this creepy middle aged white man with a mustache ready to cocoon, is looking right down at me. For a moment I thought I was dreaming, however due to his persistent breath of a knock against my cheeks, I settled for the bleak reality of bus 41. I turned to the man and said politely can you sir please back your stature away from me. He complied and went about his muse. Minutes later I feel yet again the warmth of his swampy stare against my mug, this time I turn and give him fare warnings of what can happen to peeping toms and looky louse. Seeing that his look changed from touchy to understanding, I thought my nightmare of a wake was over, so I bravely took up the task to close my eyes, only to feel that moments later this man decided to place his arms around my shoulder in far too friendly namer, while leaning ever so closely in. I at this point raise my vocals to pitch perfect letting him hear the tune of disapproval before I than informed him, he would be far too much of a chore to sit by. So I got up and moved, leaving him the seats to himself..
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 04:57:09 +0000
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