I’ll just go straight to today’s story without wasting time…
It’s a touching story of survival
I sat at the entrance of the bus, very close to the conductor
His armpit was in my face; his smelly armpit was in my face!
And he had a very ‘thick evil forest’ under his armpit. It was really smelly.
I thought I was going to pass out
The guy was just enjoying himself, and he closed the door and was leaning on me
The smell made me humble; I had to beg him to at least open the window so that fresh air could come in. I was looking at him like:
He ignored me and I could not adjust myself at all…
That was my ordeal till we got to our destination
*sighs* why always me?