Janice knows how much a fan i am of studded stuff

but i probably really need one of these to deal with people like him.

A lunatic took the seat beside mine on the bus today. He propped himself against the cushioned seat, feet released from the tattered slippers. Rest it on the bar i usually clutch on during crowded situations, peak hours. I swear never to touch those bars again, if it means falling down on someone. He is revolting, and he disgusts me. Unwrapping his newly bought mentos, he offers it to his puny victim, a primary school boy. The boy shakes his head instantly, oh the fear in his eyes, probably triggered by the usual warning issued by all moms.

"Don't accept anything from strangers."

Especially this creep in this case, i'd have to add.

I wait for him to alight before me. Pray that he alights before me. I'm sitting on the inside, unlucky me, and that's another promise i made myself. Not to take the inside seat anymore no matter how comfy it looks. The lunatic disrupts my thought as he throws the mentos wrapper out of the bus. What the Fuck. Not only is he getting on my nerves. (No, i'm not some kind of environmentalist who cares a shit about keeping singapore clean) But that behaviour pisses me off and his aiming landed on me. Now that really sucks, doesn't it.

But oh, joey, where did your guts come from?

I press the bell, using full force, indicating that hey if you don't let me out you're screwed. But i clench a fist, just in case. He not only lets me through easily, but he gets out of the seat. My, my. Maybe he's not that bad after all.

Yes i'm kidding.

All men are bad.