Bus Thoughts....

Potty, I have to go potty. No, seriously I really have to go to the bathroom. Good lord! What is that smell? Oh man! That is one putrid smell. Dirty diaper? Extreme body odor? Seven days of wearing the same socks, smell! R-a-n-k! Someone smells or something and it is really close to me. A quick personal sniff to my sweater just to make sure that it isn't me. No Mary Katherine style smell check.


Wow, is it hot in here. Cold to hot, sweaty to cold chills. I have some serious problems. (Not really) Just stop thinking. And, stop breathing through your nose. Good idea. Oh no, I can taste the rancid smell, I really can. Now what?

Well, I almost forgot that I had to tinkle. Now, I'm thinking about that again. How do you ask for a restroom? My French stinks. No, this bus stinks, my French is just really bad. Am I almost there? Note to self, bath more than necessary. Can anyone else smell that? I think that is sweat dripping down my back....nice.

Is this my stop? Oh, good it is. I will gladly give up the stink seat. Will the next person think it was me, that I smell? Door please open for me. Is that person following me? Creepy. Oh, he's 15. Maybe not so creepy. He is probably thinking why is the old lady looking at me. Old, who is he calling old? Am I old? Not so old, but I do have to go potty.



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