The Battle in the Bus

I was on my way to KL that day after visiting my parents in Lumut. I've got to seat behind the driver, which was unusual to me because I've always got the back seat. I like sitting at the back, especially when the ride gets bumpy. We'll be thrown everywhere!

Anyway, i put on my earphones and start listening to my US oldies. After a couple of miles on the road, i then smelled something awful. Yes, that awfully dreaded smell was coming from a burning cigarretes. Now, who would stupid enough to smoke inside an air conditioned bus. Don't they see the NO SMOKING sign inside the bus. To my surprise, the culprit is our very own BUS DRIVER!

For god sake, now what the hell I suppose to do?
We got kids inside the bus inhaling deadly cigarretes smoke and found the one who suppose to prevent this is the smoker himself. What de fish, I've then do some sign languages as if I am very allergic to cigarretes smoke. I coughed and closed my nose like I am diagnosed for a severe asthma. UhuK! Uhuk! Help me!!! (That was exagerated a little)
I don't know if it works as the driver quickly finished off his cigarette. Lucky that I don't have to yell to stop him.

I am still not contempt with the bus driver attitude. It does not need long for my revenge to take place. An explosion of another deadly gas is going to take place!!!

Puuttt....

At least I don't see any NO FARTING sign in the bus. (Fart tu Kentut ya kanak kanak)
The smell is out of this world, even I myself couldn't handle the pressure. Fortunately the bus is still in control and I managed to arrive in KL safe and sound.