From Nashville: "Feel Good Friday," by Bus Rider X

The other day, my famous bus hat and I were sitting there – minding our own business. I was probably playing Tiny Death Star (awesome. You should be playing it.)

This older man gets on the bus and purposely sits right next to me. With gusto. With intention! He smelled like beer and cigarettes. So I was all like “great…” Then he spoke:

Man: Privet.

Me: Dobre den.

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