So as we start november on a fairly hungry note (story for another day) i cant help but remember days gone by when transport used to be a b#$%h in zim and i used to wait for the bus to get to work. so basically by the time the bus came to a bus stop near me it would be packed and only space left would be as a standing passenger. dont for a second think some "gentleman was gonna stand up for u to sit coz he can see ur seeing fire with ur laptop in one hand hand bag in the other, apa the day u make the mistake to wear ur heels early lol. the bus ride would have been fine if u wudnt have had a dirty lil man standing behind u and another one in front of u making for a tari sandwich on on dirty man eeek. as the bus shakes along its way tht very very awkward moment when u bump the dude behind u and he has a boner :-( u can try convince urself tht its somethn else but we all know thts nt a bar one in his pocket poking u. then to end an already awkward situ some nigga then rings the bell frm the back wanting to come out squeezing his way past the standing passengers to then oh so gently stroke you boob and look at u and say ah sorry tete with a mad grin on their face. from that day going forward safe to say i was no longer opposed to catchin a ride at the back of a pick up truck for fear of a repeat of what may be the worst locl bus ride i have ever had. least u know the worst tht can happen in the back of a truck is ur hair being a mess by the time u get to town, but tht is a more preferable violation than what this bus ride anyday.
have a good one yal. one month til xmas yay
have a good one yal. one month til xmas yay
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