You dropped your chapstick
My wife used to live in highland and so occasionally I’d end up taking the 134 into downtown with her in the morning. The 134 is probably the nicest bus I’ve ever ridden. It’s very clean and very quiet and people only really seem to talk to you if you want to talk. Or if it is something short and polite.
Which is where this story starts. I was riding along next to my wife and the guy sitting behind me taps me on the shoulder. He has to do it twice because I sort of didn’t notice at first and I was also just ignoring him because I’m not much of a bus talker. Anyway, I turn around and he’s holding out a Chapstick. I’m thinking, “Gross, I don’t want your nasty Chapstick, what’s the deal?” But before I can blurt it out though, he says, “you dropped this.” so, I end up feeling kind of like an idiot but just thank him, use the Chapstick and put it back in my pocket.
If that were the end, it’d be just another case where I jumped to the wrong conclusion and came close to sounding like a jerk. But its not the end. Later in the day, my lips were feeling a bit chapped again so I went in my pocket to retrieve my returned Chapstick and I found two tubes of it in my pocket. I had used some random person’s tube that morning.
I threw them both away. Ick.
Aug 29th, 2007 at 5:45 pm
That one ranks up there with the pregnant lady vomiting on the passenger on the Rosedale bus!
Aug 31st, 2007 at 7:41 am
wow, i haven’t read that one yet. eww. yeah, this was one of those things that just continued to gross me out the more i thought about it.
Sep 4th, 2007 at 8:39 pm
Craig is a crazy person and his stories are generally a result of his wandering state of psychoses. He is why I no longer use the bus on a daily basis and reserve it solely for purposes of personal entertainment when I am depressed. Nobody gives you their chapstick when you ride a bicycle!
Sep 11th, 2007 at 8:12 pm
BK, you know this how?