Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Public Transport.

I was sat on the bus thinking about Cho Chang's love for Harry Potter, until I glanced out the window to my right. A woman; appears to have the element of a spoon, with teal eyeshadow to match her silk tracksuit, eyebrow and a monroe piercing. Chic. She caught my eye. She then continued to stare at me, whilst I stared at her, and she scoffed down her bag of fruit pastils. I don't know why the bus wasn't moving. She screws up the fruit pastil packet and put it under her thigh on the seat. We continue having eye contact. She then reaches in her red pleather bag with belt straps on and swiftly put a Mayfair Superking to her mouth and lights it. The engine begins; eye contact still occuring. She stood up and shouted what I could make out to be "WHAT THA FUCK ARR YEW LOOKIN AT?". The bus drove away.
I put my ipod away- it died. I accidentally eavesdrop into a conversation between two college students, my age.
"What is the point?" I hear (we'll call him Jackie Chan) Jackie Chan say to his friend.
The friend pours powerade into the powerade bottle top and 'shots' it.
"Mmm I love the flavour of vodka!" Jackie Chan's friend Exclaimed.
I look further around the bus and there is a woman with a tattoo of a dolphin on the back of her neck, looking around frantic and bewildered.
Man with nose.
A man with a bat-man shaped haircut, stands and gets off the bus. Goodbye, bat-man head.
Burberry Grandma hoody.
I was examining the Grandma with no teeth, and though that could be a new source of energy. There could be some sort of power device charger thing attached to an old persons mouth, as the always gasp like fish.
When the bus finally got to where everyone wanted to get off, eventhough I was in the middle of it, I waited for everyone to get off before I did. I don't know why.
I was thinking that in year 7 , in cooking class, people would bring in ready made cupcakes, cookies, biscuits etc. They could then show the teacher how perfect they were at cooking and get top marks for it. Doesn't that kind of defeat the object of cooking class?

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