She made a big puff and the stock-full bus took a deep breath and smiled in pleasure. Meanwhile, I collapsed against the seat and gagged. Why was everyone else smiling at the smell?
“You see,” she told me, grinning like the witch she was. “Everybody likes the pleasant odor but you.” I glanced back at the bus stop in terror, but it was too late. The bus was already moving. I noticed some movement in the bus stop, and I nearly fainted in fright. It was the same woman, and both of the people- the woman waiting for a bus and the bus driver- opened their mouth at the same time and laughed in the most evil way ever. “Ha-ha-ha-ha!” the old woman said.
She made me sit next to her and she kept taking colossal breaths on her cigarette, practically making me throw up. I kept pinching myself to see if I was dreaming, but all I got for my trouble was a large bruise. Finally, finally, we arrived at my stop. The woman kicked me out the door (OW!) and I landed with an enormous thump on my doorstep. I ran inside, gratefully gulping vast gulps of smoke-free air.
And that’s why I’ll never take the bus again!
(I do hope, though, that bizarre woman gets cancer from that HORRENDOUS cigar.)