After I get off of work from the resthome one night, a few
stops down there’s all these (fat) (late middle-aged) (white) guys with beards
and (southern) accents that get on the car, and they’re loud and boisterous and probably drunk and
as we get towards downtown, one of them loudly farts an awful fart and the car starts
smelling and one of them jumps up and starts waving his one hand back-and-forth like to clear the smell and he moves towards the door
for some air while saying something loud and boisterous, and I shoot them a
withering stare and the one across the car from me who farted gets all
embarrassed and looks down and won’t meet my gaze and mumbles something that
sounds kind of like an apology.
Then, a bit later, they get off at a stop in downtown, after earlier bits of
conversations mentioning something about the hotels that they’re staying at.
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