The false teeth in my pocket kept clacking as I walked down the street to the bus stop. Nothing I did seemed to calm them. I even tried shoving random bits of garbage in my pocket to shut them up. They didn’t even slow down. When I got onto the bus everyone stared at me like I was some sort of freak. I quickly walked to the back of the bus and sat in the corner. I tried to look out the window, or the floor, but the teeth seemed to get louder. I could feel people staring at me. A few got up and moved closer to the front. The bus wasn’t moving. The driver had gotten up and was walking towards me. He stopped just a few feet away, hand outstretched, holding an apple. I hesitantly took it and put the apple in my pocket. The clacking stopped. Without having said a word he turned, walked back to the front, and drove us onward.