**I wrote this post a couple of weeks ago, so even though it’s written as if it happened today, it didn’t. I’ve been saving this post, and today seemed to be the day!
I take the bus to work now, not because I don’t have a car, not because we can’t afford gas, but because my employer pays for the bus pass and I get some (forced) reading time. It’s all about choices, right?
For background on this story, you must first read this post.
So today, these two kids get on who’ve had issues with the bus driver before because he won’t let them curse on the bus and they can’t seem to filter their mouths, and the driver has them sit up front. One kid grumbles, “What did I do yesterday?” And the bus driver says, “You kids don’t seem to understand my rule of no cursing on the bus. Therefore, this area,” the driver here gestures to the front area of the bus, up near where he sits, because all the teenagers sit in the back, “is where you will now be sitting. I don’t care if you’re big and bad with your friends, because as far as you’re concerned, on this bus, I’m the big bad wolf.”
Uh-huh. I snickered quietly to myself as I repeated, “Because as far as you’re concerned, on this bus, I’m the big bad wolf.” *snicker* I know those kids are making fun of that. Dave thinks this driver is weird and has some kind of complex, but I like him.
In the midst of all this, there was this guy on the bus who I noticed because he was very friendly. To everyone. I also noticed he works at a grocery store, as he has a uniform on and the name of the store is embroidered on his shirt. So this day, as I’m reading my book, the guy looks at me and says, “Do you like basketball?” “Yes,” I replied. “Well the Warriors just broke their 9 game winning streak last night. Biedrins had 27 points and 19 rebounds.” I went back to my book, because really, I don’t ride the bus to socialize. If I wanted to do that, I’d find someone to carpool with.
A few minutes later the guy gets my attention again.
“Have you been to the new Lucky’s?”
“No, I haven’t. Is that where you work?”
“Yes. It’s gotten rid of its card, and now you don’t have to have a special card to get what’s on sale. You just automatically get the sale price. Customers really like that.”
“Oh. Cool! Well, I’ll have to stop by there sometime.”
I quickly went back to my book, trying to make it obvious I’m not up for much chit chat in the mornings. Not A Morning Person should be emblazoned on my body. Alas, my signal must have been weak.
“Are you going to school?” He continues the conversation as if I’m a willing participant.
“No, I’m going to work.”
So as I got off the bus to catch my connecting bus that takes me to work, this guy (we’ll call him Chatty Charles, as I never did get his name) catches up to me and says, “Can I talk to you?” I quickly hold up my gloved hand, and despite the fact that he can’t see my ring, I say, “I’m married.” “Oh, I know. I just like talking to you.” “Uh, well, sure.” And at this point we part ways to catch our respective buses.
THE STORY’S NOT EVEN OVER.
So that afternoon, as I walk over to the bus that will take me home, who do I see waiting for the same bus? Yup. Chatty Charles. Here’s how our conversation went:
Chatty Charles: “Hi! I’m just getting off work.”
Me: “Oh.” I was reading walking up to the bus, and now I go back to reading.
“Did you work today, too?”
“Yup. Now I’m heading home.” I again go back to my book.
“What are you reading?”
“The Senator’s Wife by Sue Miller.”
“Oh, yeah.” He nods his head as if he’s read the book before.
“Have you read this book?”
“No, but I’ve heard it’s good.”
I go back to my book again and I’m interrupted again when he says, “I like talking to you.” I look at him and smile but don’t say anything, because really, what should I say? So then he asks, “Do you like talking to me?”
WTF? Do I like talking to him? I was pretty sure he was a little off in the head before, but now I’ve got confirmation.
“Yeah, I like talking to you. But I like reading too.” I hold up my book as proof that I like to read.
And that was that. I saw him looking at me a couple of times on the bus, but he left me in peace to read…maybe he’s not off his rocker after all.