Today started off with tear shed and eye gouging. As I walked to the bus station looking forward to a long day of work I had suddenly saw the Bus 1 pass by 9 minutes early which meant I would most likely be arriving late for work. But that didn't bother me too much I still had a day to get through, so I breathed in deeply and exhaled. When my bus finally arrived it was 11:51am (I was suppose to be at work by 12:00am) I was hoping just to be 5 minutes late to the most but not bad enough that my managers would scold me for it. But just when I thought being late would be bad my bus trip got so much worse.
Upon arriving on the next stop, a crippled man sat down in the front seats then two black women got on the bus with a baby, the first black woman appeared a bit older and was the mother of the child. The second woman...well lets just say "Big" was an understatement. She looked like she was about 300lbs if not the late 200s. She had the facial structure of a bull dog and the body of a walrus, she wore a medium size t-shirt that was 3 times too small. And she clearly did not understand the purpose of a belt. The baby was inside a carriage with bags of Burger King meals on top of her. The older lady was walking the aisles in which she continually bumped the baby holder several times against the seats until finally settling in a row of seats across from me. But then the second woman arrived yelling "Dam they so rude!" across the bus in reference to the bus driver and crippeled man. Despite there being other available seats around the bus, she decided sitting next to me would be best. But then it happened, as I was sitting facing forward, she sat down with her backside facing me leaving squished against the window and in an akward position. May I mention again this women did NOT wear a belt, as a consequence half of her butt hung out from her pants. So in a way she was sitting on me! And I tried the hardest possible to keep a straight face (I wanted to gag so badly). The woman then pulls out her Bk meal and began munching on fries while talking to her friend. I continued to keep quiet as I started breathing through from my mouth not daring to smell the foul odor that reeked from the brown fjord/crack.
Hoping this bus trip will get soon to my destination it did anything but lighten up. Our bus driver picked up a bum who was really attatched to his cart full of trash. Then a mother with her children also entered the bus, along with another family who also had children . A little girl from one of the family sat infront of us and she watched this walrusbeing munching on her meal. The little girl reached out as though to beg for some fries only to be encountered with a snarl from thebeast and also a scolding from her mother as she then said "You can eat at home".
As we continued going down Florida avenue our bus begins filling up more and more people even mexicans in a carpools were laughing at us (I would know). I realize then"I am going to be so late". Being stuck in such an akward situation made me wish that some random gunman would enter our bus and shoot me at point blank range in my head for no reason. As I was texting my friends begging that one of them may possibly have a cyenide pill. I see from the corners of my eyes this women drawing closer to my phone attempting to peep at my message. In attempt to hide it I rotate the screen slowly torwards me...success!
Finally it was time for me to get off. My heart began to fill with joy, and my tears were drying up as I danced off the bus with a big smile that God had finally spared little shed of light of mercy on me...(but not really because the bus didn't stop until a block later). I jumped out the bus and dance my way to work until I realized I was now 12minutes late.. Though I was dramatized with an unexpected lapdance by a 300lb woman, and though a cried a little as a was being violated unententionally, I can still say after such a horrible experience...that life is beautiful. And also God has a sense of humor because this could only happen to the goodguys.
by Marco
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