DREADful

My rant begins with a story. One of horror and disgust. It all started on the bus this morning... I, like most normal humans who board the bus instinctively find a seat that is completely empty. That is to say no one is sitting in the adjacent area next to the empty seat. So, like most mornings I took the liberty of sitting in the afore described seat. As more and more people piled on to the bus I knew it was inevitable that I was not going to make it to the end of my trek sitting alone. This notion is normally fine, but today's exception was absolutely horrific.

She ambled up the bus steps and paused before plopping herself down next to me. There dangling like strings of fecal matter were her dreads... Ugh, seriously dreads? Who in their right mind finds it expressive to allow their hair to fester to the point of this...

It is utterly disgusting, but that is not the end of this nightmare in real life. Mere seconds after her abhorred arrival in my vacant seat, she brushes the dead cell caterpillars that are her hair around her head and WHAM! A brief moment of shock passes... Was I just clubbed in the face by this chicks decaying, moldy, poop strands? A gag abruptly reaches the top of my throat followed by an extremely motivated urge to punch this bitch in the face. Finally my stop comes and the fresh air is finally filling my lungs and as I am calmed this conclusion graced me.

There is a reason the hairstyle is called dreads... It is because anyone who doesn't have them (intelligent clean, showering people) dreads being around anyone dirty enough to grow hair like those ridiculous playdough toys... oh and p.s. it looks dreadful. END OF RANT