"Wow, you sure got him good."  Max wryly commented, already forgetting about the fiasco and returning to his magazine.

I shot straight up, grabbing the sleeve of Max's sweater.  

"Driver!  Stop!"  I hollered, realizing what I had just thrown.

Max looked at me in confusion as the bus driver merely continued his merry way towards the shopping mall.  "What's up with you?"

I began to feel agitated.  "I threw Binky away!"  I wailed out, pushing frantically on the 'stop' button.

Binky is my little silver Buddha key chain that is my pride and joy, and not to mention my good luck charm for every video game contest I've ever entered.  

It was given to me by my grandpa before he had a heart attack and croaked.  

That key chain means the world to me.  You see, my grandpa was the one who introduced me to video games.  

He always babysat my sister and I when we were little, and he would always be my game partner since my sister wanted to do nothing but play with her stupid dolls.  He was the one who entered me in my very first video game contest.  He had given me the little grinning Buddha for good luck.  

It's stuck with me ever since.

Well until now.

Max shook his head with a sigh before standing up and walking towards the driver.  "Please stop, sir.  My friend lost something very dear to her." he politely requested while I fought not to cry like a baby right then and there.

The driver looked annoyed but one glance at Max's sweet and honest face, he grudgingly pulled to a stop.  I immediately darted out of the bus with Max, only to find out that we were a block away from the mall.  

I gave up, collapsed on the pavement and started to cry for all that I was worth, boogers galore.

"Noooooo!  I don't know where he went!  I don't even know what he looked like, and I bet he's going to throw it away out of spite for chucking those things at him!"  I wailed, pounding my fists on the sidewalk.

Max bowed in apologized embarrassment to the passing crowd as he scooped me me up back on my feet.

"Come on, Joo-Eun.  I'm sure if we contact the police, they can help us find that guy." he assured me.  

"Let's go get Alex to help us out.  He has a cousin's girlfriend's father's second cousin, twice removed who works at the police station.  I'm sure he can help us out."

I sniffed and merely nodded as I allowed him to take me away.

Oh it’s so on!  When I find you Mr. bicycle-riding, condom throwing, cigarette smoking pervert man, I shall kiiiiiill you!