Interesting....

I was on the bus yesterday, as I am almost every day, and something rather odd happened. First off. I take the 50 to downtown St.Paul every day. From there I hop on one of the busses to the East Side where I live. And yesterday.... Well...

First off, someone at my first bus stop just right across the street was smoking. I know not a big deal right? Only they weren't smoking a cigarette.... More like cigaweed. Heh. I hate the smell of weed. Can't stand it. It makes my head hurt. So I was glad when I hopped on the 50 and got away from them, even though I swear the stench of it clung to me. I could smell it until I went home and took a shower.

Anyways I reached downtown soon enough. It was cloudy and looked like it was going to rain so I was rather glad that the bus came right away, even if it wasn't my preferred bus over the two that I have a choice over. I went and sat close to the back as I have been doing as of late. I was by myself, just zoning out and listening to music. As we got closer to the outer edge of the downtown area we let more people on.

I have a very sensitive sense of smell and could instantly tell these people had been drinking.... Only one of them chose to plop down right next to me and have a conversation. Of course I am a polite person and if you try and make conversation with me I usually respond. Only... This guy... His breath smelled worse than the rest of him. But still. I kept my politeness.

Then he started hitting on me. This man had to have been at least 50. I was sitting there, against the window with the inability to move away from him. Now, I'm a pretty damn paranoid person, and started freaking out mentally, but outside I was still perfectly calm. I asked him politely if he would mind if we switched spots, because, even though it was a lie, i told him my stop was coming up soon.

He shrugged and switched with me. He started hitting on me again and I scooted away from him. As I did he inched closer to me. Now i was sitting on the edge of my seat rather uncomfortably so I stood up and moved to another seat, which was only like, two away. He asked if I had a problem with him and I nodded. He asked why.

Here's the great part. My stop was coming up and I was rather annoyed with him anyway so I turned as I was getting off the bus and told him right to his face "It's called a shower, ever heard of one?" And I got off and walked home. He looked rather stunned because I had been so polite that entire time. I'm rather surprised he didn't try to follow me home.

Anyways. That was hopefully enough creepiness for me for the rest of the month. I hope it doesn't happen again..... ever.....