Three words: Bus, Stupid, teenagers.
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: with many thoughts of killing all teenagers
Topic: Bus Stories
You know, after having a convo with Theresa-chan about the very few “bad things happen to heather” moments lately, I knew, I just knew I was jinxing my self and so ON WITH THE POSTING!!

Yesterday’s bus ride home.

It was raining like Noah just finished his boat, of course, Jeanie was busy, so, basically, moku was busin’ it home--Which I was fine with me. Rain and I now have an understanding you see, I stay the hell away from Steeles Avenue and Rain does not come at me in big waves.

I hopped on the 1B (which by-the-way was 10 minutes late and the 19 dropped me off 17 minutes too early) I was pushed to the back by about 50 tired, wet and bitchy transit users. But I thought I’m on this bus for the long-hall so what the hell…*sigh* I was so wrong.. so very wrong. : (

I sat in a seat alone, comfortably staring out the window into space when four teenagers came storming onto the bus. I mean storming like King Kong stomping talking shit that I couldn’t even begin to describe has I have a brain and know how to use it. If their loud gibberish language wasn’t enough they came storming up in my direction…OH NO, fuck that I’m outta here. I started to get up to move seats but they were already blocking my way with a guitar case and then the zit face teen owner of that guitar case. I had one at my side standing (now called guitar boy, with his guitar case in the seat next to me) and three behind me talking to guitar case boy.

Well, I was defeated so I just slammed back against the hard plastic seat and shrugged “well, what can you do” If I had known how bad it was going to get I would have smashed my way through those adolescence losers. But I chose the way of the diplomat and suffered for it.

I started to understand the gibberish they were muttering bit-by-bit, picking words out here and there. Now, don’t get the impression I was trying to understand them it’s just after 10 minutes of trying to win the battle of ignore them I just gave up and let my brain process the nonsense.

SIDE NOTE: I still don’t understand why they were yelling 20 octaves higher than the norm to guitar boy when it was only a millimeter away. Rule of thumb: Whisper, my little retards, when you can touch someone -- even if they're standing -- their ears are still functioning. I assure you they CAN hear you.

Anyways, I got used to the high noise level so they raised the steaks; five more retards joined the group…OH! Great! What a consequence your friends take this bus too! Moku is just tickled pink. And if I thought the first bunch were noisy fuckers OH, I was fooling myself, presenting, noisier fucktards. This bunch put the others to shame *shakes head*

So, now I’m seriously boxed in. Picture this, I’m in the window seat and in the two seats in front, behind AND across from me are retard teens (that all seem to know each other) and don’t forget guitar boys is at my side – who is always spoken TO (in completely unnecessary loud voices) but never speaks himself…maybe he's the smart one and sees my forehead vein pulsing.

Then the icing on the proverbial cake, one of the girls behind me starts to sing…not softy – no, no, that would be considerate..Wait, singing at all on the bus is inconsiderate! See what these teens are doing to me! AUGH! – She sings loud enough that the whole bus is starting to feel my pain! Now, she wasn’t a horrible singer but it was that “trying too hard to sound like Britney while singing a rock song” type of voice…just cuts thru you like butter, really.

Oh, when that bus reached downtown Brampton I was like get the hella outta my way NOW! Not later NOW! Guitar boy – oh, we had an understanding – he moved that case in 2 seconds flat. And I Moku- smashed my way outta there. Freedom!! Glorious Freedom!!

Moku out