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Dude gets on the bus and sits in front of me. I had just opened a window just so slightly cause the heat was too much.
Shithead sits down and puts his bag between himself and the window. Looks at the window, looks at me, closes the window. Didn't ask, and he's not getting touched by the breeze.
So that's it, I now hate this dick and there is nothing that will ever change that. Now we also happen to be sitting right behind the back doors, so we are getting a little breeze from them anyway. So I'm not really that unhappy. But this assface doesn't realize that and keeps trying to close the window more. He keeps giving me these sideways looks like I have somehow slipped one by him and keep cracking it back open. Fuckface.
So now I really do want to do unpleasant things to him, and being that I am truly an asshole, I begin.
I crank my mp3 player up a few notches and allow the Linkin Park to waft over to his gentle ears where my noise pollution should begin to irritate his early morning commute. - I get the sideways look, twice. I turn it up more. (ooooh yeah, I'ma bad boy now.)
He has been schooled, but the bell hasn't rung yet. I hunker my legs against the back of his seat and begin tapping my legs to the music, which in turn bounces his seat like a bumper car. I get more looks. But the fat lady has not sung.
I begin slurping my coffee. I am getting looks from some other riders so I play down the surping thing but I begin the soft coffee burps that blow forth the horrible coffee-dragon breath rigth to my victim.
This lasts at least 4 songs.
I feel vindicated.
Have I proven that I'm an asshole?
Shithead sits down and puts his bag between himself and the window. Looks at the window, looks at me, closes the window. Didn't ask, and he's not getting touched by the breeze.
So that's it, I now hate this dick and there is nothing that will ever change that. Now we also happen to be sitting right behind the back doors, so we are getting a little breeze from them anyway. So I'm not really that unhappy. But this assface doesn't realize that and keeps trying to close the window more. He keeps giving me these sideways looks like I have somehow slipped one by him and keep cracking it back open. Fuckface.
So now I really do want to do unpleasant things to him, and being that I am truly an asshole, I begin.
I crank my mp3 player up a few notches and allow the Linkin Park to waft over to his gentle ears where my noise pollution should begin to irritate his early morning commute. - I get the sideways look, twice. I turn it up more. (ooooh yeah, I'ma bad boy now.)
He has been schooled, but the bell hasn't rung yet. I hunker my legs against the back of his seat and begin tapping my legs to the music, which in turn bounces his seat like a bumper car. I get more looks. But the fat lady has not sung.
I begin slurping my coffee. I am getting looks from some other riders so I play down the surping thing but I begin the soft coffee burps that blow forth the horrible coffee-dragon breath rigth to my victim.
This lasts at least 4 songs.
I feel vindicated.
Have I proven that I'm an asshole?
