The Number Two Bus

I walk up to a bus stop and sit on the bench. Next to me is another person, speaking loudly on the phone.

Stranger: “You need to figure out if there’s any other medication I can take except for this one!”

Pause.

Stranger: “Because it makes me fart like nothing else! I can’t trust them! I’ve been playing the ‘fart or sh*rt’ guessing game all f****** day, and I’ve lost three times! Hold up, my bus is here.”

To my horror, his bus pulling up is also my bus.

He boards, but I stay seated. I can wait for the next one…