I boarded the bus, and you and your friend were already on. I was going to work for 8 hours. Then I started to notice how excited you were and pointing out everything you saw. Then you started talking louder, so much so, I could hear you through my head phones. I couldn’t exactly hear, but I thought maybe “F” bombs were dropping. Soon enough, a Tri-met person who was training another driver turned around and said something. It was likely to watch your language, I’m guessing.
Then after my 8 hour shift, I’m headed home, and it’s you and your friend again. Of all the buses, times, and people, the fact that I see you again reminds me how much the forces of nature and cosmos is working against me sometimes. I like my rides to be moderately peaceful and there you were still yapping away and super duper excited. Where did you go? What did you do for those 8-10 hours? Also, do you ever SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Do you ever STFU?
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I’m sorry, I am back on the Ritalin and will stick to scrolling through my phone next time.
Wow, how traumatized you are! You’ve obviously never ridden mass transit on the East coast. There, the only ones who ever make eye contact are the ones who are literally fearing for their lives, while everyone else is masturbating, shooting up, or cleaning blood off their knife. Why aren’t you taking an Uber, you sad sack box of bitchflakes? Oh yeah, cuz you’re JUST AS POOR AS THE REST OF US.