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| So... Last night, I was taking the bus home, right. After waiting for about 40 minutes in total (20 at the stop, 20 at the transfer), I finally get on the bus home. | |
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| So I'm going along, looking around furiously, and I remember that I have NO fuckin' idea where my bro's house is (I'm staying with him). The place he lives, one side looks EXACTLY like the other. | |
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| So I figure that I'll be able to recognize the street names and get off at the right stop like that. Well, I'm nearsighted, and I never had my glasses on me at the time. | |
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| So I figure the bus has to make another pass later in the night. Nope, he didn't. So I end up at the bus depot. The driver said that the dispacher had a phone, so in I go. | |
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| I get in, use the phone, and ask the dispacher where the bathroom is. She says, "Well, the men's room is over there, but the one I use is upstairs." I go in, and she gives me this real fucked up look. | |
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| That was the second time in a day that I got called a fucking chick... Christ, I'm one ugly fucking chick... I should seriously grow a goat like my doppleganger here has... | |
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