Sidney on the Bus

I hated taking the bus. People would always try to talk to me or they’d smell, and even if they didn’t I felt cramped when they’d sit next to me. I tried wearing headphones but that didn’t help. I’d stare out the window and hoped people would understand I just wanted to be left alone. Someone I’d seen observing me sat next to me and said “you should try talking back to people, then you wouldn’t mind sitting next to them.” “And say what?” I asked. “Sarcastic comments like that,” he said. I smiled and we had a conversation.