"Does she have wireless?"

There was nothing to do at work Tuesday, so I was bored to the point of raking hot flaming nails across my face. Got to class and some random stinky kid sat next me. Even disregarding the fact that she was soaking wet and smelled like it, she had the breath of a thousand deaths.

I used to volunteer in a nursing home, and the elderly who were bedridden had to be moved in order to avoid bedsores.

This girl's breath smelled like the sweat that would waft up from the bedsheets.

After being released from the clutches of her bad dental hygiene, I had to wait for an hour, in the rain, for the latest bus in the history of Chapel Hill's mass transit system. I was drenched by the time I got home.

I peeled off all my clothes and threw them in the washing machine. And then I realized that my cell phone was in the back pocket of my jeans. I still haven't been able to turn it on.