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MSLZ Continues - 7:30 AM
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My god what is going on?  I can't see, speak or hear anything? I need to try to recall the rest of the day.

 

7:30 AM, back on the bus.

The woman seat just in front of me made a comment to the woman sitting to the right of her. She mentioned something about morning sickness being a bitch of a time the first month. I could still see the women as we pulled away I thought about her and could only hope she had been pregnant. I remember almost missing my bus stop as the bus came to a stop. It was the man behind me that woke me because I had to move for him to get off. I stepped off the bus and pulled my wool coat closed and buttoned the top button of my coat. My hands were freezing as I walked to work. The common cattle were walking in-formation on both sides of the streets. A middle-aged woman just in front of me had one of those stupid bags that she pulled around by a handle. Darn women look like a fucking Gnome as she slowed the group of people behind her and myself. I sip my coffee and peer down on the back of her gnome like cranium. I gave her little pull bag the best flat tire, as I was right behind her rolling shit bag. One swift kick to the right rear wheel and the bag bounced up and over to its side causing a total loss of control. Her wrist screamed as it flipped her hand over to the outside of her body and then her body to follow.