Banter? I just met her...
I slovenly drag ass onto the bus and glare over people's heads to find the remaining window seat. I ramble towards it. Seven bags accompany two punk ass kids, one bag is planted in my soon to be seat. "Excuse me." I mumble. The PAK begrudingly and forcefully grabs one of his bags and moves to a seat across the way. He then grumbles, "All these seats left and he has to sit in that one." YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT! That is the best seat left and I'm taking it. It was all I could do to not blow up. So I stared. At him. Hairy eyeball. For at least 30 seconds. Pissed. Ready. What? What are you gonna say? He stared intently at his shoes. His head hot from the cold glare I pierce through his skull. I look away. He looks at me suddenly and I shoot right back. He finds his shoes more interesting. He knew. I showed him. Uh huh. You want some of this? Dear god I hope not.
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