Creepers on the train
Someone in this neighborhood has a car whose alarm has been going off for at least the past fifteen minutes. Can someone shut that shit off, please?!
I totally forgot to mention yesterday about my creeper encounter from Sunday morning. I was on the train, on my way into the city. At 6:30 in the morning. That early on a Sunday, there’s barely anyone on the train. I was one of two people in this particular train car, with the other person being this creepy-looking dude in his mid- to late-thirties.
In a mostly empty train car, he decided to sit in the set of seats across the aisle from me. Whatever, I thought to myself, just ignore the guy. I was listening to music, browsing Facebook on my phone, and nomming on some Banana Nut Cheerios, so ignoring the guy in my peripheral vision didn’t turn out to be an arduous task.
That is, until he started asking me questions.
I barely heard his voice over my music, so I took my earphones out and gestured for him to repeat himself.
“What are you eating?” He asked. “Are those peanuts?”
“No,” I replied, slightly bewildered, “they’re Cheerios.”
“Oh,” he said. It didn’t seem like he was going to say anything else, so I popped my headphones back in and directed my attention back at my phone. Within moments, I heard his voice again, prompting me to have to pull out my headphones to hear him. This time, though, I could barely understand him, and I must have asked him to repeat the question at least six times.
He’d asked, “Can I sit next to you?”
Um, what??
“Can I sit next to you?”
“Uh, I have a lot of stuff with me…” I awkwardly motioned to the two large bags I had with me, that fully occupied the seat next to me. Why the hell did this guy want to sit next to me, when there were plenty of other seats on the train?!
“Oh…” He trailed off, and I promptly stuck my earbuds back in, vowing NOT to take them out again, regardless of what this guy wanted to ask me next. I slumped down a little in my seat and started writing a text message. Maybe if he saw I was in the middle of something like, oh, say, typing, with body language that screamed “don’t fucking talk to me,” he’d leave me alone. Haha, boy was I wrong.
I heard his voice again, and stubbornly ignored it, continuing with the epic text message I was writing. Unable to figure that I obviously didn’t want to talk to him, he reached over to get my attention by touching my arm. The second he touched me, I snapped at him, asking him with a very strained politeness to NOT touch me. He recoiled, and tried to ask me something else. I told him to leave me alone.
Dude finally got the hint after that, and moved himself to the next train car.
February 17th, 2010 |
10 Comments
omfg he was totally hitting on you XD
He should have gotten the message the first time… Damn creepers.
get some pepper spray on your key chain dear….omg i would have flapped my arms like a psycho and started quacking.
This is why if I ever have to use public transport, I make Sam come with me. Last time I went on a bus by myself, some guy told me he knew where I lived and that he would come for me at midnight. He obviously didn’t, but it was creepy at the time.
Scary!
Wow, what the fuck is wrong with ppl?
You should have farted. Loud.
It seems as if it doesn’t matter where you are located geographically, weird people are always attracted to trains.
Ugh, what a creep. At least he left you alone after that!
What a creep! You should have kicked him in balls!
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