Congratulations A Girl Named Sadie!

Today you’re a girl named Sadie and no one really knows what to make of you.

“What’s her deal?” one man will ask while flossing in public, an obvious faux pas that he’ll continue despite his female bus-mate’s clear disgust.

“Do you have to do that here?” she’ll ask.

“Did she make those clothes herself?” another man will ask between too-loud sips of his coffee. No one will pay attention to this man, because he’ll be annoying as fuck.

“I think she’s kinda cute,” a young woman will say, drawing grins from most of the bus-riders before she corrects herself. “In a straight way. Mostly.”

“Maybe she’s just a normal girl in a weird outfit,” someone else will say. He’ll be voted off the bus at the next stop, which is what actually happens when people leave the bus. They don’t get where they’re going, they just get voted off.

“Maybe I should ask her to marry me,” a guy who looks like he hasn’t slept in several days will mumble. This will make everyone on the bus very nervous, because if he did that Sadie would speak and they’d hear her voice and the spell could break. Luckily he won’t do anything.

“I wonder what she’s listening to,” another man will muse out loud. Sadie will be smiling in her headphones, staring out at the distance. Exactly one stop after the man asks this question she’ll pull on the string, walk to the door and leave the bus, despite not being voted off.

“Can we all do that?” one very, very popular 72 year old man will ask.

“I’m not sure,” his wife of 34 years, all of them bus-bound, will reply.

Congratulations A Girl Named Sadie!