Me: -minding my own business writing in my notepad in Nordic Runes-
Some Bitch: -sits down next to me and glances at my notepad-
What kind of freak are you?
-Glances at my legs-
Oh, that kind of freak.
Me: Excuse me? What did you just fucking say?
Some Bitch: You're a freak. You're writing in code, you emo loser.
Me: First of all, I'm writing in the Elder Futhark Runes. And secondly, don't fucking judge me by my scars.
Bus driver: Do we have a problem back here, ladies?
Some Bitch: (Yes, she actually fucking said this. I didn't believe it either) Yeah, we do. I don't want this emo freak anywhere near me.
Me: I was here 20 fucking minutes before you!
Bus driver: I understand, your problem, miss. Here, I'll escort you elsewhere.
-Leads that fucking bitch straight off his goddamn bus-
Have a lovely day.
Me: -Gives bus driver hug-
Bus driver: My daughter battled depression and self harm for 4 years. Nobody deserves to ever be treated like that.