Funny Bus Ride Story

This is a story about my friend… it was one of the funniest bus ride story ever told to me. I tried to recall the whole thing she said….

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I like the bus. Correction. I like sleeping on the bus. My friends have told me tales of why not to sleep on the bus. I know it’s dangerous sitting beside someone you don’t know. But I like the independence I feel when I take the bus. I feel so mature. Trust me, after living in the province with the only modes of transportation are the tricycles and jeeps, taking the bus means going somewhere far, something only adults do.I only took the bus to go to the next city. The exciting city with all the tall buildings and all the taxis you can see and the prestigious school I go to. I used to take the bus with my mom when I was young but I never got to sleep. I was so excited of going to the city to see my dad where he worked, to go to the malls. I also never slept in the bus because my mom forced me to sing all these children songs, or recite a poem to show people around what a smart kid she had, or to practice the multiplication table when I got a little older . Going back to the tales my friends have told me, the worst one was waking up with a man feeling her boobs.(O_O) Thank God it never happened to me. I thought having my bag ripped at the side and my cellphone being stolen was the worst thing that can happen to me until that fateful day.

Although it was really hot, I was on my way to school and I took the bus in front of the post office. Usually, only few people rides the bus during lunch time because everyone was in the office. I sat at the second row nearest to the driver. An old man sat beside me and the bus took off from the bus stop. It was a perfectly smooth ride, until the old man sitting beside me started to make choking sounds. I thought he was having a heart attack. I was actually recalling tips on how to do CPR on my mind. You see my mom raised me to be a good kid, so I offered him my bottled water. Though I already took a few sips, seeing that this was a life and death situation, I gladly asked him if he would like to drink and asked him if he was okay. He said he was fine and that he was on his way to the hospital. The hospital was just a few blocks away so I was less worried. I couldn’t enjoy the ride because he was making the throaty choking sounds again. I asked him the second time if he was okay and he said…” Ne, do you want to go to the mall with me, I will treat you to lunch.” That was it! I hurriedly asked the driver to stop and got off the bus! Dirty old man hitting on me was not an unusual thing since I’m just so cute if I say so myself… but dirty old man masturbating beside me was a different story. How could I have not known what the choking sound stands for. I got on the next bus and everything was the way it was before. I suddenly started to doze off. I knew I was sleepy and my head was falling to the person who surprisingly sat beside me. But as long as it didn’t it was okay. When I woke up my saliva was pouring out of my mouth in a manner similar to a waterfall.  A few drops touching my lap and the rest was saved by slurping it back to my mouth. I hurriedly wiped out my drool with my hand hoping the person next to me didn’t notice it. I was wrong. I was completely wrong. He looked at me, and for the life of me, I tried to look at his eyes, to look for his pupil and maybe I might be able to see what he can see. He looked the other way as soon as I looked at him for 5 seconds. Yes, it was in my ego to challenge him, to dare him to say something or to react. But to no avail, he just looked the other way. I went down to the south gate of the school because it was the nearest one to the building in my class. I was hoping that I wouldn’t see him again. But I did… we were in the same college taking the same course. (Thanks to the power of stalking!) When I saw him in school… I was like a ninja, so swift it looked like there was a mirage on the wall. Or so I thought! He saw me. He definitely saw me. And I acted as if I didn’t see him or know him or have anything to do with him except for the fact that the saw me slurp my drool back.

 

Funny thing is they ended up dating each other…. Wanna know the story??? It was quite funny and cute too.:)

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I think this story is better told in filipino.:)

I like the bus. Correction… Mahilig akong matulog sa bus. I know… i know nakakatakot yon especially now na mataas ang crime rate sa pinas. Pinagsasabihan ako lagi ng mga kaibigan ko na dangerous sumakay at matulog sa bus dahil di mo kilala ang katabi mo. Pero iba ang feeling ng sumasakay sa bus…. I feel so mature. Trust me, after living in the province with the only modes of transportation are the tricycles and jeeps, taking the bus means going somewhere far, something only adults do. Nung bata ako tuwang tuwa ako pag nagpupunta kami ng Manila. Matataas na buildings, malalaking malls, mga taxi… lahat yan wala sa probinsya namin. Pagsumasakay kami ni mama ng bus papunta sa Manila, iba ang feeling. Feeling cool ako.:) Masaya ako at mapapasyalan naming si papa na nagtratrabaho sa Manila, makakapasyal, at mabibilhan ako ng bagong damit or sapatos. Nakakainis nga dahil di ako makatulog nung bata ako sa bus dahil stage mom and nanay ko. Pinagkakanta niya ko ng children songs, or pinagdedeclame niya ko at nung tumanda ako ng konti pinaparecite niya sakin ang multiplication table. Gaano kadelikdao sumakay sa bus… may isa akong kaibigan na namanyak at hinawakan ang boobs niya habang natutulog. (O_O) Buti nalang di pa nangyayari sakin yon. Worst thing that ever happened to me is nung nakuha phone ko at ang bag ko butas sa gilid. Akala ko yun na pinakemomarable. Well madami namamatay sa maling akala ika nga nila.:)

Kahit na sobrang init, naglakad ako papunta sa bus station para makatipid ng pamasahe at dahil narin lagging puno ang mga jeep pag dumadaan sila sa tapat n gaming condominium. Kailangan ko maglakad papunta post office para lang makasakay ng bus na papunta ng taft. Madalang ang makasakay sa bus na di puno or wala masyadong tao. Pero lucky!- nakasakay ako sa araw na yon. Umupo ako malapit sa unang row of seats ng bus. May matanadang umupo sa tabi ko. Nung una sinusubukan ko kunin ang pwesto ko. Traffic as usual at for some weird reason di ako komportable. Biglang nagingay ang katabi kong matandang lalaki. Choking sounds-parang sinasakal na ewan. Akala ko inaatake na siya sa puso, at dahil tinuruan akong maging mabait lalo na sa nakakatanda tinanong ko siya-“Manong gusto niyo po ba ng tubig may mineral water po ako ditto.” Sabi niya okay lang at papunta siya ng hospital na. Malapit lapit lang ang hospital. Just a few blocks away. Naulit na naman at tinanong ko siya uli kung okay lang ba talaga siya. Sabi niya bigla- ” Ne, do you want to go to the mall with me, I will treat you to lunch.” Biglaan akong pumara at bumaba.  Dirty old man hitting on me was not an unusual thing since I’m just so cute if I say so myself… but dirty old man masturbating beside me was a different story. How could I have not known what the choking sound stands for. Lumipat lang ako ng bus. Masyado ako nastress at ang gusto ko ay magpahinga lang. Nakatulog ako sa bus di ko napansin na may katabi na pala ako. Alam ko na super sleepy ko na at gumegewang na ulo ko papunta sa katabi ko. Nang ako’y magising, naglaway na pala ako, parang waterfall sa dami. Wa poise!!>< May nahulog sa lap ko at yung iba I tried to slurp it back sabay punas gamit ang likod ng kamay ko. Nagmadali akong iwipe ang drool ko hoping na di nakita ng katabi ko. Oh well. Nakita niya.  Nagmadali ako bumaba ng malapit na ko sa kolehiyo daig ko pa ang ninja sa bilis. Nakita ko siya ulit sa kolehiyo, parehas pala kami ng course and college.-_-

Sobrang weird and kakapagod lang ang day na yon….-_-

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