A sign and....kinda

There was a sign in front of the door and it gave me hope that dad would finally let me take another bus. Clothed this time.

NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO BOARDING.

“You see dad, I can’t get on the bus like this, they won’t let me.” Then I turned around to back to the car. Or a least tried to.

“Don’t worry Pumpkin, I’ll take care of things. Here, sit down. I’ll be right back!” He then left through the crowd after leaving me in front of a bench. Alone. In a crowd full of people that stared at my naked body as they walked by.

So I sat down and waited. And waited. And saw more guys with some type of sinus allergy. And hoped the bus would leave without me.

When dad returned, he was carrying a white paper bag, a 30oz bottle of water, some flip flops, and a shirt.

“Here you go Pumpkin, problem solved. And I got you some kolaches since you skipped breakfast. The donut shop only had t-shirts and they had only one size left.” Then he handed me the flip flops to put on first. At least my feet no longer have to endure the cold floor or rough asphalt outside.

I then took the shirt, finally getting a good look at it. “You have got to be kidding me!”

“What’s wrong with it? It was the only design they had?”

*sigh* “Just forget it dad.”

I did wish that he could have searched for a better shirt, for an oversized shirt, or one that would at least fit me. I had trouble getting the extra small sized short shirt over my head, and because of my extra large breasts, it was a tight squeeze. The white shirt barely squeezed over my large melons, showing considerable underboob squeezed out the bottom, with the phrase, DO YOU WANT A BITE OF MY DONUTS printed above a pair of pink frosted donuts, one for each breast.

And my dad was of course, oblivious that my little kitty was still visible.

“See, now you can board. Oh, you might want to fix your hair again so you don’t look like a homeless vagabond.”

Somehow, the brush that was in my purse, put another bump on his noggin. The thing must not like him.