Fire in the sky
I was going to work when an old guy got on and flopped down in a seat, drunk. He noticed me as I glanced at him and came to sit next to me on the nearly-empty bus. To himself he said, “I’m so scared!” so I asked him what he was scared of. “I don’t know!” He started leaning on me and asking me if that was the sun in the sky or if there was a fire, talking about stuff. I shifted and he got up, slurring, “Aaight, I see you don’ wanna be seen sittin’ by me.” I told him that I didn’t really care either way, so he sat back down.
He would stare at me until I looked over at him and he dropped his gaze. Then he started saying how nice I looked, and I ignored him, until he suddenly reached down and ran his hand down my leg, then went for the other one until I shoved him away. He sat there, then started asking me to come back to his place with him. I’d had more than enough of him, so I said, “Why don’t you go sit there,” pointing to the seat in front of me. “Alright,” he replied obediently and promptly got up and sat down in front of me, paying me no more attention until he got off.
I’m sure everyone else got a laugh out of it, so I’m happy to provide them with some entertainment, even at my expense.
Mar 13th, 2007 at 6:15 am
Eeeeewwwwww.