She was a toucher!
The 4 was pretty crowded when I got on in downtown and I was forced to stand until we were well into uptown. When I finally got to sit, it was next to a rather attractive woman that lives down the street from me. This, of course, freaked me out and I was sitting on the far edge of my seat with my knees mostly sticking out in the aisle.
Whenever someone went by me getting on or off, they would collide with my legs and I’d have to excuse myself. The woman next to me was on and off her mobile the whole time and looking out the window so I decided it wouldn’t be creepy and I probably wouldn’t bother her if I sat like a normal person. So I did.
But not before this huge woman came barreling down the aisle and smashed into me (maybe this is what made me sit proper) and sat down by the driver on the door side of the bus. “Where the hotel at?” she asked. The bus driver, who had the microphone on and next to his mouth the entire trip answered that he didn’t know which hotel the woman was speaking of.
“The…the one hotel,” said the woman, who looked and talked like she was half-way through her second bottle of vermouth of the day. She pulled out a piece of paper, squinted at it and said, “The Aqua City Hotel”.
The woman next to me was on her phone, but talking at an appropriate volume as the driver explained to the woman that he didn’t go by that hotel and that she’d have to walk about eight blocks to get there. The microphone was still on.
A gentleman in front of us decided to be a good citizen and try to help the lady out. “You’ve got to get off at 58th and walk over to Nicollet” he told her. “Where the hotel at?” she kept asking.
Finally the woman next to me hung up her phone and shook her head and said something like, “The bus, huh?”
Now this is me trying to be sauve: “Oh yeah. It’s an experience.”
We talked for a while about public transport and how much more “sophisticated” (her word, not mine) New York’s is, and how Minneapolis’ is only good for getting downtown. But the thing is this: she was a toucher! She kept touching my arm while we were talking like if she didn’t have a firm grasp on me, I’d stop listening to what she was saying. I felt like I was talking to Uncle Leo!
So we chatted in this manner for our last eight blocks or so, while the other woman tried find out where the hotel was at from the driver and the good citizen that apparently didn’t understand that she didn’t understand that nobody knew what she was talking about.
Jun 18th, 2008 at 1:15 pm
**Crickets****