A suited man whispered something to his laptop, as I walked by him on the bus. I swore at the time, I heard him say, "tip", but now I know his whispers were of a more prophetic nature.

I , eyed the woman across from me, as I took a seat in the back of the bus. It seemed her head had been taken over by an army of pink curlers, and I found it amusing. In fact that day, I found myself amused by some feature of some kind of some person on that bus.

Like, the little blond child who was engaging in the physics of blowing spits bubbles, each one varying in size, each one leave a clear residue upon his face, as they popped. I noticed one glob of saliva nose dived onto the floor, he looked around, looked away- pretending he didn't do it. I swore I heard his young voice call you, "rip!" as I passed by him, but I now know I was wrong.

Sleepy, I rested my head upon the window but it was shaking and rattling so much, it forced me to stay awake. Just as well, really for I would have missed my stop - wherever that is. (I pondered the trees, outside and how much they resembled Swiss croquettes.)

Suddenly, I found my head ached from the abusive window, and the woman in curlers, offered me a pill for my pain. I accepted, but I think she should really mind her own business. Pft.

The suited man whispered something once more to his laptop as I stared at him. I swore he said "hip" but I now know that his whisper was of a more prophetic nature.

Meanwhile, the pill the rather nosy woman has given me, had made me dizzy that was exaggerated by the bumps the bus purposely rode over. Ooooh, I hear them - the faint neurotic laughter of the army of pink curlers. Their high pitched voice seemed to scream out "lip! lip! lip!". I looked away and tried to focus on the man's laptop, but the curlers were getting louder and louder. They cried out in unison. I began to sweat till I could I take it no more!

"STOP!!" I cried out, to the bus driver, but he was ignoring me, and so I stood up and cried out again, "Stop!", but the bus driver continued to ignore my cries. Alarmed, my white knuckles grasped my hair by the roots. The curlers - they taunted me further, as I started to travel from the back of the bus.

The suited man whispered something once more to his laptop as I walked by him. I swore he said "sip!" but I now know...

"STOP!!!!" I shrieked, and this time the bus driver decided to not ignore me and stopped the bus. I quickly trotted down the black lane of the bus. I peered one last time at the young blond child, whose wordless warning could have only been detected from his facial expression, which came all too late. as I slipped on the glob of saliva, that he has planted; that he had ignored no doubt out of spite. I felt the clear saliva seep through my thin denim pants as I landed on the bus' floor. The curlers and laptop cackled to each other as if they had foreseen the whole incident, as the saliva itself cursed my fall and all the injury and destruction it had caused. And as I got up, angered, humiliated and stepped off the wicked bus, I glanced at an open window only see to the suited man looking at me. He seemed to snicker as he whispered "nip". The sporadic laughter that followed, spread like a disease throughout the bus, echoed through my mind for days.

The bus stop I had gotten off at, was no where near my destination, wherever that is. And as I walked along the road, and the sky became gray and it began to rain, I pondered upon the words of the suited man, the curlers and the little boy. Conclusion. Conspiracy, a jinx if you will, for my demise.

and I stood there in delight as visions of destruction. Explosions! Visions of fire- a bus - ablaze delighted me as I stood out there in the rain. Motionless. Silently. As I planned my revenge.