A funny thing happened on the bus to my Mom's...

Last night I was taking the bus from Flushing to visit my mother. I wanted to tell her that I had finished up some matters for her and what she should expect as a result.

The bus turned left onto Francis Lewis Blvd. A couple people got off the bus, including a filthy jerk clad in fuchsia who was sitting next to me passing gas. I was grateful to see that slob leave.

Then, lo and behold, I see some blotchy-red-faced bald guy get onto the bus. An unparalleled delight! It was Mark! I perked up with a huge grin on my face. Not even a month ago he sent me a pathetic diatribe in which he displaced his own self-loathing and projected it onto me. So I wanted to see what this coward would do when we were on the bus together, YET AGAIN.

And what DID he do?

What he always does.

NOTHING.

That's right. Mr. Clever Troll did nothing, which is what he's best at. He talks a big game, but does nothing to back up his tough-guy talk.

If I remember correctly, he just turned 34. He looked terribly weathered and looks like he's well over fifty.

I guess he taught me, that big douschebag.