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Surrounded by one lady carrying a forever 21 bag in one hand and a strawberry Starbucks frappacino in the other I felt safe, what could she possibly do? Strangle me with cheap polyester that would tear the moment it was placed against my neck? We gave each other a few looks, nothing negative - it was more of a acknowledgement of each others existence and the bus eventually came as we grew tired of each others sight. I swiftly got up from my seat (which I had warmed up rather well!) and hopped onto the bus to continue my journey into London

You went outside

Hydrogen, quit acting like you haven't been on a bus all your life I mean for God's sake your from clapham the only thuggery you had was the London riots.

What, so now your from knightsbridge or battersea, Chelsea? Once a wannabe-richprep, always a wannabe rich-prep.

Hydrogen, I swear I didn't see this topic before posting mine which pales in comparison.

one of the passengers at the back had shouted "MADNESS". Once more I didn't turn my head around in fear of being accused of giving unwanted looks and instead of signing my own death certificate I had made the assumption it must be someone suffering from turrets. I was naive, there was no one suffering or at least from turrets but it was a chant of gangsterdom.

I'm saying you wrote a nice story Basra.