After revealing my disgust for people eating greasy fried chicken on the bus, my friend Ismael suggested I give the offender a transfer as a makeshift napkin to wipe their oily fingers on. It couldn't help but remind me of the time that I was running in the rain - as fast as my little feet could take me - to make the light, cross the street and get my bus. The second I step/ran from the sidewalk into the street I slid on my heels as if on a banana peel, both of my feet flew in the air and I landed on my back. My head hit the concrete with a giant thud and I looked up to see a woman in her car mouth the words, "Oh...my...God.".
Still seeing stars I heard a homeless guy a block away shout, "Hey, are you okay!". I shook my head and stood up, determined to catch my bus. As I boarded, I looked down and noticed both my wrists were bleeding. I had no band aids, so when the driver asked if I wanted a transfer I meekly asked for two and spent the rest of the ride with bus transfers covering my bloody wrists.
I know what you're thinking and the answer is yes, I would've made fun of me if I saw me on the bus.
1 comment:
First, I hope people wouldn't make fun of you.
Second, that sucks, and not that you ride the bus so much; but that you fell in a city street, hurt yourself AND still had to get on a bus.
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