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Her eyes grow large and I feel her disgust upon me. I look out the bus window trying not to feel embarrassed, but I notice her in the reflection still starring, still glaring at me like I'm some crazed mad vagabond she just can't stop judging. I close my eyes but I feel her gaze piercing me like a focused laser beam, probing me further still. I squirm and wiggle but I just can't seem to avoid it. I concede to her judgment and let loose a massive sigh. I wonder what horrible things she must be thinking about me. I'll be some future topic of conversation, a horrid story to tell her friends and family. I feel myself contort into a frown as I hear it in my head. "Oh my God, you cannot believe how terrible my bus ride home was. So, I get off work and catch the 197, only to see this hunched over filthy little greasy creature. He's sitting there looking so content with being foul and he's got this giant garbage bag of who knows what. And if that wasn't bad enough he closes his eyes and starts mouthing gibberish. That's exactly why I don't like riding the bus that late." Now I'm a reason not to take the bus. I am a deterrent to public transportation. Is this what I have to look forward to? The constant shame and worry?