Mr McNasty Hands
Yuck. I was waiting for the bus this morning and this guy walks to our stop from up the street. I don’t know why he walked because he was actually at the stop before ours. Anyway he stands there and starts scratching himself. You know, in his “special” place. I swear he must have something down there because he would scratch, stop then start over again. Both me and the other person at the bus stop noticed and the other guy shot me a “is he for real?” look.
You better believe that as soon as the bus got to our stop I got on first. I didn’t want to potentially touch anything that he put his hands on. Ewwwww what a yucky way to start the day.
