work in progress
Jan. 27th, 2005 10:01 amShe stepped up on the bus with her hands full with her coffee and her mp3 player. She stuck her pass in the reader and it said expired. She told the bus driver she would be right back. Passing an old man sitting hunched over halfway into the isle, the bag on her shoulder nearly knocked him in the head. The breeze from the bag rushing past blew his sparse white hair and his face twisted into a scowl. She found the pass that was valid and walked to the front of the bus and fed it in. As she walked back, sans bag, the old man bleated at her, "Why don't you sit down?! You almost took off my head!" She looked at him with disdain but bit her tongue, thinking it best to just let it go. But the old man kept on bitching. Ranting in his annoying voice about people having no manners and not watching out for people when they walk past. She glared at him growing more annoyed with his ridiculous rolled up jeans, a la Wally Cleaver, and his hot pink socks and brown shoes. Her head was hurting and he was getting louder.
She finally couldn't take it any longer and shot out, "Why don't you have a nice hot cup of shut-the-fuck-up, you hunchbacked hobgoblin!" He looked like she slapped him with the words.
He gathered up his venom again and started back in.He called her a bitch and went on with his rant. He was getting louder and louder and now he had worked himself up so there was spittle foam forming at the corners of his mouth and the mucous was slapping around the back of his throat.
"You are awfully mouthy for an old man who can taste death on his tongue with every slack jawed breath ." She said. "Perhaps you should quit before I trip you down the stairs and watch your brittle old ass shatter"
(still working on ending. ........)