There's a man that rides the same bus as I do everyday when I'm heading to school. He always mumbles a long list of incoherent things that I can hear, but never understand. (No, seriously, this guy's a professional mumbler)
So today, I had to privilege of standing less than 50cm away from this man due to the bus being crammed, so I was in a better range than usual to listen to his mumbles and (hopefully) make out whatever he's always going on about.
Through the entire bus ride, he was facing me and muttering away as usual. At first, I was fine. However, as he kept on with his mumbles, I felt a little uncomfortable. Was he eyeing my wallet in my hand? Was he planning to snatch it the moment he was about to get off the bus? I held my precious leather closer.
It was then I realized he wasn't looking at my wallet-- he was looking me up and down.
Oh, and I heard some terrible slurs. (F****t)
Oh-ho-ho, now, NOW I knew what he was talking about.
To be completely honest, I don't know if I should've felt insulted or complimented. The moment I made eye contact with him, the man scrambled for the button (which was, to his dismay, hidden under my grip) and dashed off the moment the driver made his stop.
Haha, that silly man. I hope he trips on a lawnmower.
Anyways, I'm more agitated about the fact that he did not have the balls to say to my face directly, "Hey, you look like a f****t. What kind of s**t shirt is that? That's a men's blouse and a pair of men's pants. It's people like you who need to be thrown in a mental institution so you don't bother /us/." (Yes, true story)
...Ah, I forgot what my concluding paragraph was going to be. It was going to be meaningful and emotional.
...Did I mention I have a terrible train of thought?
