Two guys from New York squeezed onto a crowded city bus and grabbed the last two seats behind a woman.
A minute later, one of them started talking so loudly that the entire bus could hear him.
“First she comes…”
“Then I come…”
“Then we both come together…”
“Then she comes again…”
“And finally, I come two more times!”
The bus went dead silent.
A man across the aisle slowly removed his headphones.
The bus driver glanced into the rearview mirror.
Even the woman in front of them froze in disbelief.
Finally, she spun around and snapped,
“Excuse me! That is absolutely disgusting! Nobody wants to hear about your bedroom life!”
The guy blinked in confusion.
“My bedroom life?”
He burst out laughing.
“Lady… relax.”
“I’m just teaching my cousin how to spell Mississippi.”
He counted it out proudly on his fingers.
“M… I… SS… I… SS… I… PP… I.”
The whole bus let out one giant groan.
The driver shook his head.
The woman buried her face in her hands.
And the guy smiled like he’d just solved world peace.
“See?”
“People always hear the dirty version first.”
