Saturday, January 24, 2009


I'm on the bus, headed home after a trip to a craft store and a grocery store. As we round the corner onto the street ahead of mine, I glance around at my fellow passengers and see an odd-looking man with long black hair and a brown leather jacket. He's gazing at me with a look that can only be described as knowing. I quickly look away and make very sure I don't look at him again. That would only be asking for trouble.

Too late.

"Do you take this bus often?"

I look up. He's standing right in front of me, on his way out of the bus.


"Well, I'll catch you next time. My name is [first name]. [First name, last name]. I'm in the book. Give me a call."

And then he strut-swaggers (swagger-struts?) out the door. I catch the eye of the woman across the aisle from me.

"I don't think so," I say after the door closes. She shakes her head and smiles in sympathy.

So now I'm going to be on the look-out for this dude every bus trip, without seeming to be looking for him or recognizing him. I'm hoping he a) forgets me or b) takes a hint from my lack of phone call.

Sigh. I must be some sort of beacon for weird guys on the bus. It almost makes me nostalgic for Twitch. Almost.

On an unrelated note: My blog turned three yesterday. Aside from attending school and being a member of a children's choir (I sang with them from ages 8-12. Had to quit when I turned 13, because the conductor had a rule about no high school children in her choir. I was very sorry to go), this is the longest I've stuck with anything.

And guess what! Momo-Mama referred to me in her blog!


Just Me said...

I tell you, it's the name. It has to be. My sister attracted every weirdo in a fifty-mile radius, the scariest of which was a dwarf/midget who chased her and her friends all around our former school district in his wheelchair van. The guy had his mother in the car with him. In fact, I used to see his van on Hawthorne Avenue, if you remember where that is.

"Hey girls, having a heaaaaarty paaaaaaarty?"

I say that to her once in a while just to freak her out.

Hotch Potchery said...

EW's right!

mm, you didn't post about it, but what is this amigurumi you twitter of?

Just Me said...

Oooooh, how cute! I Googled amigurumi and up popped a bunch of images with the results.


I wish I had that kind of skill, but I am woefully lacking in artistic abilities.

--V said...

I'll show you some amigurumi when I get one finished.

G said...

Great title for this post!

--V said...

Thank you. It definitely captured my mood.

Strings said...

hahahahahahahahaha! I had a guy hit on me in the one of the library's comp labs once.....he had to be late thirties/early forties and I was in my early twenties, but that's another story

Momo-Mama said...

Congrats on the 3 year birthday! I only hope I can last that long....
As for the creey guy on the bus, YIKES!