Just when Jeffrey was about to comment on Tiffany’s rude behaviour, Tiffany suddenly spoke. "Jeffie, my convertible can fit another person, I'll take you there and leave them to take the bus. C'mon, you'll love the ride!" Tiffany grabbed Jeffrey's hand before he had the time to reflect upon this proposal.
"What? Wait, no!" responded Jeffrey as he struggled free from Tiffany's grasp. "We can't just ditch our friends here! Unless your convertible can fit four people, I won't go with you. You can drive there yourself."
"I'm afraid Tiffany won't be able to drive there herself either," said Blythe slowly.
"What? Why? What do you mean?" demanded Tiffany with suspicion.
"If you don't believe me, you can go and check it out for yourself," replied Blythe, trying not to laugh whilst she shrugged. Tiffany stomped towards her convertible only to discover that Blythe was right. Apparently, a group of pigeons thought Tiffany's convertible looked a lot like the loo and have decided to 'release their waste' all over the seats.
Just when Tiffany was about to cry out in frustration, Shaun pointed at a bus and exclaimed, "Look! The bus is here! Hurry up, guys. No time to clean up, Tiffany. The next bus is one hour later."
Thus, the group of friends hurried onto the bus, leaving Tiffany behind. As she ran towards the bus, which was about to close its doors, she sprained her ankle and cried out in agony. "Ouch!"
After she boarded the bus, Tiffany stood by the door, looking around with a disgusted expression on her face. "Ewww! This is just so gross! Who can stand being inside this dirty bus? Even my lungs feel polluted by just breathing in the air here! Who has a hand sanitiser?"
"'Scuse me miss, don't forgetta pay, the bus is 'boutta depart," reminded the bus driver.
"Pay? You have to pay to get on this dirty bus? OMG!" complained Tiffany as she took out a fifty-pound note.
"Good god, Tiffany! Don't tell me this is the first time you've been on a bus!" said Shaun. "You pay with coins, not with fifty pounds!"
"Shut up, nerd! I ain't got no coins. And even if I do, I ain't gonna pay for this!" snorted Tiffany in contempt.
After shaking her head in bewilderment, Blythe took out some coins from her pocket and gave them to the driver. "Sorry for causing you so much trouble, sir. Please just ignore our friend, it's her first time on a bus."
"No worries, me gurl. Just sit down or at least hol' on tight, cos the bus 'boutta star'," responded the driver shrugging his shoulders.
"No way am I gonna sit on those filthy chairs or touch these unhygienic handles. Imma just stand right here!" replied Tiffany with her arms crossed.
Then, without warning, the bus suddenly jolted forward and immediately turned right. As a result, Tiffany lost her balance and fell face-forward onto the floor. The other passengers on the bus couldn't control themselves anymore and burst out laughing. "I told ya," chuckled the driver. "Better to get yo hands dirty then yo face. Hahahaha!"
~To be Continued~
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