And the Bus Encounters Continue....

This is the best/strangest one yet my friends. I am starting to think that maybe my blog should be about bus encounters rather than nannying with all of the bus stories I've had lately!

After shopping today, I grab the bus to get to my arch nemesis, Britt's place. The bus is pretty packed so I see and empty seat and automatically grab it without really thinking. Then I sit down and this smell washes over me - booze, cigarettes, B.O... - I see why this is the only empty seat on the bus. Creepy bum-lookin man is sitting in the seat next to me. He looks at my abundace of bags sitting on my lap and says, "Don't tell me you were Christmas shopping!" All upset-like. I was all, "Yeah I know, it killed me too." "Don't worry," he says, "all you have to do is go home, drink a quart, smoke 4 or 5 doobies and crash. You'll get over it." I laugh nervously, "Hahaha.... yeahh... haha...." Then he goes on to ask me where I am headed. I am thinking "Oh God, he's gonna stalk me." So I reply, "To my friend's house." He says, "Well I mean like downtown? Or across the river?" So I give in, just incase he might hurt me or flip out. "Well I'm going to the Quinpool area." *PLease please please don't follow me* So we're ridin along and he's makin a bit of small chat, mumbling a bit and whatnot. Then when I pull the cord for my stop he gets all upset saying, "Ohhh you're leaving me already???" "Yes," I reply, "this is my stop." He's all, "Why are you doing this to me???" I'm like, "Sorry, this is my stop, I gotta get off." And he's goin on "Well I'm sure we'll meet again sometime." I nod, thinking "I hope not." And then he starts to doubt himself. "This could be the last time we see eachother.... I'm sure we'll meet again though... But just incase I don't see you before Chirstmas - Merry Christmas... and Happy New Year!" I say thanks and he looks at me and says all serious, "Listen, don't you fuck around on me before I see you again." Confused and not wanting to make things worse, I say "Ok... I won't." He says again, "I'm serious, don't you be fucking around on me. Don't you fuck around." So I agree not to fuck around, say my goodbyes and hope that he doesn't grab my bum when I get up to leave.... and he didn't.... thank God.