Tainted for life

Last week, for the first time in my life, I used the paid company bus service. Normally I avoid it like the black plague. I had previously argued (with proof) that people who use company bus are idiotic complacent morons. And majority of the people who heard my irrefutable argument had agreed with me. Or was it because I was drunk senseless and there was no point in correcting me? I am not sure, but that was one debate I won hands down. Back to the topic in hand: It was not my idea to use the bus, rather I was forced to do it. And if there was any way to avoid it, I would have done it. Sadly, the circumstances were against me and I had to comply.

The damage is done. The perfect track record I had maintained for so long now lies destroyed. How can I now look at the face of my compatriots who equally hate the company bus? As I piece together what little is left of my fallen dignity, I swear the solemn oath to never take the bus again. But the truth can never be hidden, and I cannot change history. I am tainted for life.