the other day, i was waiting by my lonesome at a bus stop.
oh, i also want to add that i didn’t want to pay for parking, so i scoped out a neighborhood that’s, erm, “relatively” close, and parked there. i got out of my car and walked for about ten minutes, getting ever so close to the stop, when suddenly, i couldn’t remember if i locked the car. i then stood on the street for at least forty seconds thinking “yeah, i probably locked it because i can’t be that dumb,” then “… well, ok, i can be that dumb, but who’s going to go in the car?” and then “haha, it sure would suck if the car wasn’t there when i got back” and after, something like “i bet today’s the one day where some random stranger wants to exact revenge and will take it out on the first car he sees which will indubitably be mine,” so then finally, i decided i had talked to myself for long enough. and i walked all the way back, as a good girl should, so that my mother can at least feel like she hasn’t totally failed (no, really, the whole time i was thinking how i’m going to have to tell my mom that the car was stolen because i didn’t lock it. actually, that story just doesn’t sound like it’ll get me good street cred with anyone – “oh yeah, my car’s windows were completely shattered when someone broke into it.” and i’ll have to say, “yeah, someone wiped my car clean because they just had to open the door.”).
so, scene: connie’s sitting at the bus stop (after walking twice as much as she needed to, of course). i can’t figure out how to phrase what then followed into a scintillating tale because i was mostly just creeped out at the time. therefore: while i was waiting, i saw some forty-year old man come running from across the street towards the bus stop. he then quickly sat down right next to me, introduced himself as the guy from the gas station across the street (classy), handed me something that resembled a business card (gas station attendants have business cards?), and asked me to grab coffee with him.
arrgh, just …ew. i don’t know why i’m so grossed out, but really here – maybe if i could have shown you a photograph of him. he was older (and skeevy), i was still teenaged and simply trying to get to another location via public transportation (go green). is it appropriate to pursue little, eco-friendly girls at the bus stop?
the answer is no.