There was another group of girls waiting at the bus stop when Stig finally arrived. He briefly contemplated asking these girls about the 353 but the cold stares they gave him plainly indicated that they wanted nothing to do with a midget. Why were they so affronted by his stature? Their reactions to his diminutive appearance put him in mind of some stuck-up little madam he'd encountered earlier that week. She'd been walking towards him and as soon as they were close, deliberately crossed over. He couldn't resist glancing back at her and sure enough, when she was at a safe distance, the girl returned to his side of the road. She'd been staring at him too, regarding him with a look one would normally reserve for a noted child-killer as opposed to a mere midget.
    Keeping a distance from his sour-faced companions, Stig pictured himself at his mother's mirror, standing with his legs apart and arms raised, his little hands tightly clenched, assuming an embarrassing gesture of mock triumph, wearing just his Pampers nappy - the midget wondered how these bints would react if he were to unzip his corduroys right now and stand there before them, assuming a similar posture. His babyish features had proved conducive to him resembling an overgrown toddler from an advert. There had been one on a while back featuring an exceptionally manic youngster zipping around his palatial abode in nothing but a bulky disposable like Stig's. He had been frantically pursued by an endearing young woman bent on changing him, and 'One Way' by Blondie had blared on the soundtrack, accompanying the boy's antics. Stig's bladder was upping the stakes now and just thinking about that advert made him want to piss, yet he couldn't resist recalling how close-ups of the woman's youthful face had rapidly alternated with shots of the kid's gleaming plastic nappy - all the while Debbie Harry singing: "I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha" - and in the end she had indeed got him, grinning victoriously as she gleefully bounced the tyke onto a changing mat and wrestled with his disposables. After whipping them off, she succeeded to proclaim the brand's superior 'capacities', turning to camera and cheerfully asserting how the nappy holds considerably more than even its closest rival. Stig wondered if his Pampers could hold the same, as he wasn't quite sure how much longer he could hold out for.