system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
Write a story about waiting for a bus.
gpt
Stupid bloody eye, Herb thought. Stupid bloody eye always fizzing up just when it shouldn't. Herb was caught in the rain. At a bus stop. In the bad part of town. And now, to top off his apocalyptic day, his eye was going.

Herb had heterochromatic eyes. That's what the doctors had said. Ghost eye, the kids said. One brown and one pale blue. The pale blue eye would occasionally roll around or look in a different direction to the brown one. 

Herb shuddered. The rain had trickled under his collar, soaking him through. Waiting for the bus in the rain, eh Herb, he thought. When did my life come to this? The eye was really rolling around now. Glaring and wincing and weeping. 

Damned, quivering jelly. He rubbed at it, but it just itched and fizzed harder. A man sidled up from the rain and stood next to him under the dilapidated shelter. Waiting. 

He felt the young man's eyes on him, sizing him up. Did Herb look wealthy today? Does anyone look rich sopping wet at a bus stop? Could Brad Pitt pull it off?

"What are you looking at?" It was a rough, low voice. It ripped through the rain and splashed. Herb froze in horror. His eye was pointed at the man, wincing and scowling at him. Herb raised his hand to cover it, but the damage was done. 

"I said," the man repeated, "What are you looking at?" Herb really didn't want to deal with this, so he ignored it. That's a good and healthy way to do it, thought Herb. I'll just pretend I didn't hear, and it'll be fine. 

It was not fine. Herb was hauled around by the shoulders and forced to look at the man. "Think you're funny, do y-" the voice was cut off as it made contact with Herb's ghost eye.

Herb could never see what they saw. It was always horrific. They say eyes are a window to the soul. Herb's eye was a mirror but darkly. People did not like what they saw in his eye. 

The man backed away, screaming. He sprinted off into the rain. Herb sighed and went back to waiting for the bus. 