Bus Saga Continues: I am sitting on the bus, man enters rear door of bus. Bus fills up, pushes man forward, suddenly his d**k is in my face through his thread- bare boxers.
Me: "excuse me can you please back up?"
Him: "whats your problem b**ch??"
Me: "My problem is that your d**k is in my face! Can you pull up you pants or turn around.
Him:"You don't like my pants bi**h!" Me: "I don't give a damn about your pants, I don't like your d**ck in my face!" (now hysterically yelling at him). Man's friend drags him to the back of the bus...
You may wonder why I didn't lean over towards the other seat? The lady to my left was strategically picking her nose and place her boogers on the seat in front of her.
I looked over and see another man in the back door stairwell smelling his hand after digging in his pants and smelling his poop smeared hand. I inform him "you can stop checking you have indeed s**t yourself!!! At my wits end, I exit the bus and inform the driver that I am paying the fare under duress.
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