So I take the T (that's the subway for you non-Bostonians) to MIT for class everyday. I have a schedule. I leave my house at 4, walk to the Boston College stop, take the B line to Hynes Convention Center, then take the #1 bus from there to MIT. However, the #1 bus is notoriously unreliable.
I get off the T today, as usual, but I knew my CharlieCard (this little plastic debit card thingy for the T) was running low, so I stopped at a spiffy little machine to add a few dollars. Unfortunately, this caused me to miss the bus. It was just pulling away as I walked up the subway stairs onto the street.
I guess this random guy saw me looking after the bus forlornly, because he stated talking to me, first saying that I had just missed the bus. I laughed and tried to go back to listening to my music, but he just would NOT stop talking. And I like to think of myself as a generally polite person, so I put my iPod away and talked to him.
It started out fairly normal. He asked me where I was from, and we talked about China for a bit. (Well, actually, he went on about how messed up it was that the US was taking all of China's money and I nodded and refrained from saying much.) Except then he asked my age. When I replied I was 15, he was surprised and said he was going to ask me out, but obviously he can't if I'm 15 cuz that's like, you know, illegal. I wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that, so I was seriously relieved when my friend who's in my class showed up and I followed her to buy some candy. So yeah, sketchy.
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That's so weird! :)
O.o That is so disturbing....
This isn't quite the same, but a few days ago I was on the subway when a homeless-looking man gave another homeless-looking man a vessel from which to drink, which was covered in paper so that you couldn't see the label. Soon afterwards, the second homeless-looking man started talking to me and holding out a handful of coins. I could not understand him, and did not know what he wanted, or what I should do. Soon he started pointing to his shoulder, then to the handful of coins. Then he touched my shoulder, and showed me the coins again. At this point I was beginning to consider getting off at the next station and waiting for the next train. But luckily, his fellow homeless-looking man pulled him out at the next station and I was left in peace.
That's really strange, Philip. :(
*sighs forlornly* I wish *I* had sketchy subway hobos to talk to :'( *feels left out*
DUDE so yeah, I actually had something like this happen to me recently, and no longer feel left out. Yay! Well, sort of. I was walking to dance class from school, which is like a couple of miles, but I always walk a lot faster than I think I do, so usually I go to Starbucks first. Anyways! I was waiting for the light to change and this guy comes up to me and goes "That's a very good color on you" and I'm like "Thanks!" secretly thinking 'zOMFG WTF which color? I am wearing more than one color, you crazy hobo! But wait, you don't look like a hobo - are you just some regular guy? Why do you go around talking to strange kids? Do you want them to think you're a rapist? Christ, what is wrong with you, you scary old man?!' Or something like that. It was fun!
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