Cursed

Standing at the busstop today was a man a few years older than me. When I arrived he stared at me, then walked against me stabbing his finger towards me saying something I could not hear. I honestly think he was cursing me, so if I catch the piggyflu you know why.

I might have misunderstood, of course. He might have been threatening me with violence and murder, or something else much more ordinairy than a curse.

Catching a bus has its hazards!