I almost forgot this story!
I was on the bus coming home from school today and the only people in the whole back of the bus (they are the buses that are really like two buses stuck together, so the back is actually an entire bus by itself...this isn't really important, but I thought you'd want to know) were me, and a couple that got on near the university that look like most of the other young street urchin types that hang around down there...capes, black lipstick, ironic haircuts, reeking of apathy...you know the type.
Anyway, probably about 10 blocks into the trip, one of their cell phones starts to ring, and then, about every two minutes, there is a little notification buzzer type thing that goes off, notifying whichever of them the phone belongs to that they have voice mail (presumably).
This goes on, and on, and on, and on...for probably about 20 minutes. As the bus gets farther north towards my stop, I get closer to reaching over and figuring out whose cell phone it is and shoving it right up the owner's ass. Oh my GOD, it was so totally irritating, I thought I was going to freak out.
So, eventually, everyone gets off the entire bus except me and these two people. I am seriously considering saying something to them when they pull the cord and signify that they want to get off the bus. I was so freaking happy, I could hardly contain myself!
They get off the bus, and I breathe a sigh of relief that I won't have to subjected to their stupid annoying phone ring anymore. And then....I HEAR IT!
The annoying ring! It belongs TO ME!
Apparently I got a text message, and the notification alert was going off, over and over and over, and since my phone is new and I don't have the same assigned rings as I used to, I totally didn't realize it was me.
First, I scream at a priest and a gaggle of nuns on Tuesday, and now this. I am definitely going to hell...or perhaps I can go to heaven after some sort of Anger Management pitstop on the way.
