EPTI just managed to get to the bus in time and there was no one on, I stumbled forward as the fat bus driver rammed the gas, I took a seat and sighed from relief. I plugged in my headphones and turned on some classical music, Ravel. Maybe this can rescue this day my inner monologue went. But just as the music came on something caught my eye on the seat in front of me. I had to double take, there was no mistake.
In front of me was a massive cum stain that wobbled with the movement of the bus, It was as fresh as could be. In these situations most people would change seats immediately out of shock, but not me. And with Ravel, a violin, piano and drums in the background, the movement of the wobbly goo was somehow out of synch with my inner self. Then I started adding things together.
This was the first stop of this route. There was no one else on the bus. The fat bus driver did look rather calm, yet, like a complete retard.
I'll have none of this I thought, just as the bus again stopped and a few people came on, I pushed myself passed them and headed towards bus driver, we locked eyes in the mirror as I approached and I readied myself, some people might be social justice warriors, I just got a series of deeply rooted issues never truly understood by psychiatrists and psychologists. I leaned up behind him and thought passive aggression is always a reasonable approach.
- Hey, that cum stain you left back there would by some be considered a work of art.
He hit the god damn break and I lost my footing while he shouted something about who the fuck I thought I was, and my head quickly approached the oddly placed card reader, and thought, this looks like plastic, this might not hurt that bad. But it did.
Now I was laying on the floor of the bus, half conscious, and this strange man, oh yeah, he was the bus driver, was shouting at me to get off the fucking bus, in great disorientation this seemed reasonable and I crawled slowly down the stairs of the bus and laid down on the sidewalk.
The bus drove off as I touched my skull, there was blood pouring down my face, and I could only think that this will get my mind off my sore penis.
