I see you don’t ride a school bus with everyone ages first to tweleth grade. All you hear is the sound of Fidgit Spinning and screaming. It’s hell. And my kid brother has two. There is no escape. There is no god. There is only Fidgit Spinner. Heaven help me when the kids start fighting over them, or when they try to take each other’s. I’ve been slapped by child hands too frequently as they reach for each other and the Spinners.


So that’s where my hatred comes from. I mean, I hated that bus before the trend came to be. I thought it couldn’t get worse. I’m being called a bitch daily by a seven year old with a punchable face. Kids are standing on seats, sticking their heads out windows, screeching the lyrics to “All About That Bass” (which happens to be a song that the original makes me want to bash my head). School is out for me, now, but I know that in two months I’m back on that bus, listening to tch tch tch tch from the spinners and the screaming and pop music. I have to have my headphones up all the way to drown out the sounds of children. I don’t like having my headphones that loud.