Motherfucking goddamn son of a bitch.
My first bus pulled up as my second bus was leaving and he stopped, and then I was two feet from the door and HE FUCKING PULLED AWAY.
I know he saw me, he looked right at me.
It’s cold enough out, and the wind is making it about 10 degrees colder and it’s blowing so hard it almost knocked me over.
It’s half an hour til the next bus, and I just want to go home because I have 5 million things I have to get done and I can’t do any of them standing here in the wind trying to keep warm.
I might cry. Or scream. Or break something.