I am late. Again. I should not even be suprised! If I see any little chance of not to late the bus, when I got out of the house I start to run 'til the bus stop.
It was a friday night. I was wearing my fabulous, super hot 20 cm killer heels, and I was late... So as soon as I stepped out of the house I did my well-working habit and started to run. People were starring at me. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. My purse hasn't been zipped because I had not even have time to put my money in my wallett. So I beset my 10 euro and 5 euro notes in my hand while runing until that point where from I can see had or had not the bus left already. Luckily it hadn't. The wind was blowing, mops of my hair were in my mouth, but I should stay strong and focus on the bus and my ankle of course. Meanwhile I was trying to put the money in my purse. It was kinda tricky to put it inside because of the rush and the wind as well, but I believed the I did it and the notes are in my purse. I took two steps and could not take more. I got a feeling I had to look around, and... under the bush I saw my 10 euro note! Wow, that's awesome! That's what I call karma. I picked it up fast, then I saw a frined whom I rarely see and who lended me money last week, so I got my wallet and payed him back the cash. He started to chat but I gave him the buddy-i-really-don't-have-time-for-your-bullsh*t-now look and he stoped and farewlled. Cool, now I know that he speaks this languge. Quick check on the bus: people were still waiting. Good, now I can slow down. As I was arriving to the stop a gang of emos were watching me how I was scooping in my bag, for my cell. OH MY GOD! My cell, I left it home!! I rather late the bus and stay home then go out without my phone! When I decided to go back for it, I realised my body works way faster then my mind, I was already running. The lack of time made me choose the shorter way home, whitch was the dirty one. I mean really muddy. My heels were sinking in the muds and the neighbours got that look in their eyes that I never wanted to meet them again. Probably it's going to be hard. Starirs up, door opens up, picking up the cell, door shuts, stairs down, and back to the muds. When I saw the people still waiting I felt bliss. The emo gang was suprised and probably thought they had a deja vu seeing me walking to the bus stop and scooping in my purse. And the bus came. I've made it! I've successed! Contentedly stepped on the bus and asked for ticket when I forced the fact: wrong bus! Damn!
by chilykee
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