i feel infected...

I feel INFECTED. Not infected, INFECTED.

There was this ass on that sat next to me on the bus trip home. What's so special about sitting next to me? Nothing, if the bus happens to be filled to bursting. But no, NO, the bus was empty. with ample seats. There were empty seats next to his wife and child but no, NO, he had to sit next to me. But that's not the worst. The worst was he was coughing.The ass of a prick was coughing. Not the cough once "my throat is itching" kind of cough, it was a "i'm having a cough that's infectious" kind of cough.

The hyper-clean medic inside of me going crazy. And now the paranoid me thinks that I have a cough and my throat is itching. Even though it's like a do unto others what you want them to do unto you sort of thing applys most of the time, this time it's not good enough. I'm hoping that man doesn't have a bad case of TB. But I'm wishing he's gonna die soon.

The worst thing was after I got off the bus, I saw him walk and sit next to his fmaily. Screw him!!! What the... was he trying to infect me? I am pissed. It's a good thing I don't remember his damned face. If I did, I draw it, photocopy it, burn a copy, line the toilet with the rest and probably pass out the rest stating he's a religious bigot that been going around molesting little boys.

The worst in me seems to need to get out more often.