Wait For The Bus

Emma shook her head and gave the man a dirty look. "No, not going to happen."

The man hesitated for a moment, looked Emma over from the feet up, and said, "That's a shame, you could have made fifty bucks, whore."

Emma stuck her middle finger up in the air at the car as it sped away. It was a shame that she had actually been fairly used to such behavior.

One day I will meet a nice guy, and he won't be gay or married, Emma thought, And he will be nice enough to buy me dinner before trying to make me blow him for fifty lousy dollars.

Emma laughed at her own sense of humor, then fished her phone out of her purse. She wasted away the time waiting for the bus by texting her friends about the rude man. More than one wanted to know what she was going to do with the money.

"Bitches, all of them." Emma said to herself as the bus finally arrived.