Second day of peace-shattering on the bus ride to work

The same White girl got on the bus this morning with her pink RAZR™ glued to her ear. Some of the same people from yesterday’s trip were on the bus this morning… and we all held our breath to be prepared for another episode. To our surprise, she was on the phone for less than 2 minutes. She kept screaming at the person not to hang up. Once they did, she kept looking at her phone, over and over again. A few of us let out a little giggle. Half way through the trip, I started to doze off because it was 90 degrees inside my apartment last night… I couldn’t sleep worth a damn. I felt myself fall into a deep sleep… until this guy that reeked of alcohol and body odor banged my left knee real hard with his little black carry-on luggage trying to wake me up so he could sit next to me. I looked at him, got up real slow, and watched him while he got situated. I refused to sit next to him so I got up and stood by the rear exit door since I was only three stops away from my destination. As I stood there, he turned around and yelled out, “Ugly Dyke! Fucking stupid bitch!” I yelled back, “Don’t hate… just because my dick is bigger than yours!” The driver looked at me through the rear view mirror and gave me a thumbs-up gesture, and a few of the passengers cheered. I wished I could’ve hit that guy on the head with his luggage. That shit hurt… my knee is still sore… it felt like a ton of bricks were thrown on it. He was off the scale – beyond a 10; he needed the Whaaaambulance with a bunch of EMT’S followed by a large tub with bleach and soap to clean his ass.