I'll start off with what has become perhaps my greatest life experience so far. Not really, but it's the best experience to talk about.
That's right, the popo story.
~~~*beginning story mode*~~~
So there I was on the bus, minding my own business. I was feeling pretty great. I was wearing my favorite outfit to wear: leggings, a miniskirt, and boots. And some random T-shirt. Keep in mind that the leggings this day were black and white stripes. This detail comes into play later.
So anyway, I'm on the bus. I called my mom and asked her to pick me up at the bus stop across the street from where she works, because I saw that her car was still there. And to my horror, the stupid middle schoolers were already there. The middle school bus (I believe it's Independence Middle) lets kids off at that same bus stop at around the same time as our bus. And the kids on that bus always pull some kind of crap. They harass pedestrians, knock over bags of soil that are hanging around ready to be spread, have fights, and now their latest annoyance: placing a water bottle in front of the back tire of their school bus so that when the bus moves, it will explode. Keep that in mind.
So I get off the bus, iPod handy, and sit at the only bench at that stop. I look over, and those stupid kids have a full bottle of Sprite (a liter bottle, I might add) in front of the back wheel of our bus. My immediate thought: "You immature jackasses".
I gotta stop here and address the stupidity of these kids. There's a TON of them. And they're ALL standing around this bus, waiting for that thing to explode. What the hell makes you think that the bus driver won't see a giant mob of kids surrounding her bus with giant smiles on their faces, staring at the back tires. Epic failure.
Anyway, I had heard my bus driver say to a kid that got off before me to "take the soda bottle out". I didn't get what she meant until I saw that. The kid obviously either didn't hear her and didn't want to bother, because he didn't make a move to do anything. So I went over to the bus and asked my bus driver if she wanted me to get it. She never says much. She got off herself and went over and pulled the bottle out. And here is what she said:
"You guys try to pull this s**t with your bus driver; you're not pulling this s**t with me! You try to pull this s**t again and I'll call the police!"
And then she chucks the bottle at the kids. And they all look pissed off. Then she gets on the bus and pulls away. I had to say something. I hate these kids. Every one of them. So the first thing that slips out of my lips was:
"Real mature, guys."
Little did I know that I had just drawn a friggin target all over me.
This little itter bitter twerp, perhaps as tall as my bellybutton, he was so short, looks at me and says "WE WERE JUST HAVING SOME FUN" all defensive-like. Like he's some tough sh-...crap.
Dammit, what am I going to say back to him? Think, Stefanie, think! Have a witty comeback!
"Yeah, causing a potential accident is tons of fun."
....okay, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say. He follows it up by going "HOW IS THAT GOING TO CAUSE AN ACCIDENT?"
Gee, I dunno, moron. Having something explode right next to the tire? I didn't really say that, but I said it in a less awesome way. So then they go off to their little bicycles and pretend like they're some hot stuff. I have my headphones on, but I'm listening anyway. My iPod's paused. I hear them saying "Who snitched on us, man?". And this kid says "It was the emo chick with the zebra pants!"
Emo girl? Zebra pants? Wait, I'm wearing my striped leggings today.....
ELLE. OH. ELLE. WHAT?! EMO CHICK WITH THE ZEBRA PANTS?! REALLY?! THATS SUPPOSED TO BE OFFENSIVE?! YOU IDIOTS. LAAAAWWWWWL.
So I wanted to laugh so badly. But I was too pissed to laugh. Then they all start yelling "SNIIITTTTCCCHH" in my general direction. I'm sorry, I thought they were in midde school, not kindergarden. Who calls people snitches? Really? Snitches only exist in Harry Potter, dumbie head.
And then the best part of the entire story. A random police car decides to pull up. Pretty normal, one goes by everyday. I wanted so badly to run over and be like "OFFICER ARREST THESE MOFOS." I didn't even have to say that, because this one kid yells out.
"ITS THE POPO!!!!!"
POPO?! WHAT?!
Not the police.
Not the law enforcement officers.
Not the sheriff.
Not the fuzz.
Not the man.
The popo. Wow. Snitch and popo?
Wait, why would you run from the police? All you did was put a friggin Sprite bottle under a school bus tire. OHHHHH YOU'RE SO BAD! RUN, BOYS, RUN!
So then every one of those mofos decides to SCATTER and get the hell out of there. Remember, there's a lot of these kids. Yep, nothing suspicious about a giant mob of kids running, jumping on bicycles, and diving into bushes at the sight of a police car. Even the man in the driver's seat was like "......um..what?" when he saw it.
So that little twerp that challenged me earlier drives by on his bicycle and purposely goes by me just to say "SEE YA". Tough sh-crap, that's what he was. Yup. Runnin' from the popo.
So I'm pissed. At my mom's workplace the next day (it was an LTM day), I called the police. Or should I say the popo. Not the emergency hotline, chill out. And I tell the lady "I'd like to report something." and she says to go on. So I explain the whole damn situation to her and she says "I'm sorry, you can't report something over the phone."
.....wtf?! Why didn't you say that when I said "I'd like to report something." and the damn beginning?! Moron.
She told me to go to the station. Screw that. I just told you my story. If you don't want to do anything about it, screw you.
So I still see those little brats running around at that stop. I haven't been able to get off there when they're there. And they don't pull that crap anymore. Probably because the popo sits out there and watches them.
THE END.
I'm not telling anymore stories :D Chew on that one for a while.
