Journal Em Emalb's Journal: Interesting trip... 12

So I was standing there at the bus stop, minding my own business, waiting for the #278 bus to take me to the clinic so I could get my free aids test.

This rather portly gentleman of indeterminant race walks up humming a song, except he's drinking a massive coke, and the coke is causing him to burp. So he hums for a second, belches, hums some more, belches, it's rather distracting. He has a big smile on his face and nods his head at me.

I nod back, I mean, hell, I'm an affable guy, and you know, it pays to be nice to people. I turn back towards the road where the bus will be approaching. The man strikes up a conversation.

"Where are you headed to, young man?"

"I'm uh...headed down to the clinic...to get my free aids test."

"What a coincidence, that's where I'm headed too!"

"Huh."

"So, you from around here?"

"No sir, I'm from tha dirty souf"

He nodded, happy at my response. He then proceeded to do the robot while he hummed and belched. Rather distracting, really. Soon the sweat was pouring off his body at an impressive rate, like someone had dumped a bucket of gatorade on his head.

Shortly thereafter I realized that we had missed our bus, with him dancing and hum/belching his way through a very complex head-neck-waist-chest-knee combo move that was spectacular. Oh well, the #378 should be by in a minute.

He then turned back to me, after a 15 foot long very impressive moon walk which apparently was his grand finale, and asked me:

"So, whatcha think?"

"Excuse me?"

"Whatcha think of how fucking weird this Em Emalb cat is? What the hell is this crap he's writing?"

"I don't know. But I bet it doesn't have a poi"

WHAM! The bus hits the robot dancing humming/belching guy. I scream HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!

Then I woke up in a puddle of my own drool, still here at work. My boss is coming over here.

Must click submit.