So I was in the bathroom at the bus station when an employee banged on the door.
“Hey buddy,” I said. “Do you mind? I’m trying to beat off!”
“Sorry sir,” the employee replied. “But I have a message here from your mother.”
So I opened the door with my pants around my ankles. The message read:
Please don’t come home for Christmas. Your cousin Megan is here and she told me some troubling things about you.
So I pulled up my pants and went to the front counter.
“Can’t take your ticket back, sir. All sales are final,” the employee said.
I turned around and the janitor was harassing a homeless woman, accusing her of clogging the toilet.
“That was me sir,” I told the janitor. “I blew up the toilet in the women’s bathroom.”
“You have one cursed ass sir,” he replied.
The woman walked up to me. “Thank you for taking the blame,” she said. “I just wish that they’d give me a ticket so I could get out of this godforsaken place.”
I handed her my ticket. “Merry Christmas,” I said. “Today’s your lucky day.”
“Oh, no thank you,” she said. “I don’t want to go to Reno, Nevada.”