Makeup and Bus Stops: A Microfiction.
The Bus Left Me Stood At The Bus Stop.
The bus was due at 9:30 in the morning, and I had ten minutes before I had to leave. I used those ten minutes to perfect my dress and makeup before heading out the door to meet my hot date.
I was excited.
This was the first hot date I had in many years. I arrived at the bus stop and was on time. I saw the bus coming and waved my hand for it to stop.
To my horror, the driver drove straight passed me.
I was past being annoyed.
How do I explain this to my hot date?
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