The thing about a bus station is that wired shit occurs at wired periods.
For instance, I was just seeing a man attempting a wheelie with his bike that had one of those wired baskets at my bus station.
Meanwhile, a group of teenagers were chatting about what to get for lunch and a man was yelling something at the person he was on the phone with.
In my view of this whole situation is that a bus station is a bewitched place where all outlandish people are tempted to go to every time I am there.
Of course, there are many different incidences of times that something like this happened to all of us but it would be impossible to count them all.
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Short Story{idk just going for it }🫧🎧 This is just a collection of things that I had randomly floating around in my mind. It's not of any deeper meaning and I normally am not good at talking about my life without sounding sarcastic, so I decided to write it...
