Freder and myself learn just why busses don't like you to have food or drink open on them.

This story came about during my first writing livestream, as a suggestion from  Crateis. I like the idea of doing quick one-off stories from suggestions in the stream chat, so I think I might continue to do this again. Just be aware that this story didn't receive my usual level of "polish" or editing, just a basic spell-check, so excuse any grammatical errors or other problems like that.

 freder © himself

Kwandry and original story © me