“I will leave with your head in a bag. I already have the bag.”
“I bought a bag of chips at the store, and the cashier asked if I wanted a bag. I said, No thanks. It already comes with a bag.”
“I'm tired, I'm hungry and I have a head in a bag," I warned him. "Do not fuck with me.”
“So is this a habit of yours, leaving your bag behind in order te strike up a conversation?" He grinned and nodded at the bench where I had been sitting. Lying beneath it was my book bag. "Wouldn't it be easier to just walk up to a guy and say hello?”
“We have to go," I replied, ready to throw everything I felt for Peter in the nearest trash and tie up the bag. Let it fester there with my already condemned sanity.”
“How you going to stop me, cupcake? Hit me with your book bag?""If I have to.”