So I take the bus to get to work. Luckily it's a short ride, or this guy might not have survived his journey.
I get on the bus and see that it's rather full. In fact, there is only one empty seat on the bench across from the back doors. However, the guy sitting beside said empty spot looked sketchy enough for me to opt to stand along the wall beside the back doors. I was grooving out with my headphones in, when I see a frantic motion out of the corner of my eye. Sketchy Guy, who is probably 55-60 years old, is furiously patting the empty spot and saying something to me. I turn my music down and this is what happens.
SG: You can come sit beside me! It's fine, I don't bite... Much!
Me: Uhm... No thanks. I sit on my butt all day at work as it is (LIES), so I'm fine standing.
SG: Oh come on. I promise I won't hurt you.
Me: Really, no, that's okay.
A moment of silence, in which he seems to be thinking very hard indeed. Finally, after sufficient cognition, he came out with this utter gem.
SG: So where'd you get your pants?
I paused, looked down at my work pants (black with faint pinstripes), back at him, and then backed away slightly.
Me: I don't know. I've had them a long time.
SG: Oh, well, it's just nice to see young people wearing pinstripes! It's really a shame that they don't do it more often! It's too bad!
Me: Uhm, yeah...
Another pause, in which I can see the gears grinding furiously in his head, his bushy eyebrows furrowed together in the effort to use his brain meats...
SG: If you were twenty years older, I'd do things to you that are illegal in some places!
Me: Excuse me?
SG: Yeah, I'd keep you in my room for days! You wouldn't know what hit you!
Me: ... Right.
Turned the music back up, stared fixedly out the window for the remaining thirty seconds of my trip. He opened his mouth again right as we got to my stop, but I just walked off the bus and didn't look back.
Ugh.
I get on the bus and see that it's rather full. In fact, there is only one empty seat on the bench across from the back doors. However, the guy sitting beside said empty spot looked sketchy enough for me to opt to stand along the wall beside the back doors. I was grooving out with my headphones in, when I see a frantic motion out of the corner of my eye. Sketchy Guy, who is probably 55-60 years old, is furiously patting the empty spot and saying something to me. I turn my music down and this is what happens.
SG: You can come sit beside me! It's fine, I don't bite... Much!
Me: Uhm... No thanks. I sit on my butt all day at work as it is (LIES), so I'm fine standing.
SG: Oh come on. I promise I won't hurt you.
Me: Really, no, that's okay.
A moment of silence, in which he seems to be thinking very hard indeed. Finally, after sufficient cognition, he came out with this utter gem.
SG: So where'd you get your pants?
I paused, looked down at my work pants (black with faint pinstripes), back at him, and then backed away slightly.
Me: I don't know. I've had them a long time.
SG: Oh, well, it's just nice to see young people wearing pinstripes! It's really a shame that they don't do it more often! It's too bad!
Me: Uhm, yeah...
Another pause, in which I can see the gears grinding furiously in his head, his bushy eyebrows furrowed together in the effort to use his brain meats...
SG: If you were twenty years older, I'd do things to you that are illegal in some places!
Me: Excuse me?
SG: Yeah, I'd keep you in my room for days! You wouldn't know what hit you!
Me: ... Right.
Turned the music back up, stared fixedly out the window for the remaining thirty seconds of my trip. He opened his mouth again right as we got to my stop, but I just walked off the bus and didn't look back.
Ugh.
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