Wednesday, July 08, 2009
The Proposal
Posted at 12:18 am by silverose | now won't you?
Oh che, this one is for you because it's just way too long to type on email.
So the other day (and when I say other day, I meant like five weeks ago) after completing the mission of the day; job hunting and grocery shopping at the nearby shopping complex, I was patiently waiting at the bus stop to get me home to campus.
Scenario went like this:
(windy and gloomy weather)
(me sitting alone at the bus stop, hands tucked in pocket, looking dreadful in my jumper and hair pulled back)
(wrinkly old man walks up to the bus stop and stands by the bus time table)
(some time passes by)
Old man: You waiting for 98?
Me: Yes?
OM: well, it's coming now (points to bus)
Me: Oh! Thanks! (gets up to see that the bus is still waaaay down the street) internal monologue: damn this old dude has got some kick-ass eyesight. I can't even see the bus number! (smiles at kind old man)
OM: Can I follow you?
Me: Sure..... internal monologue: he means get on the same bus as me right? Poor thing (smiles at kind old man)
(short pause)
OM: You know I have lots of money. So you like money?
Me: internal monologue: WT@#%$&/!?!?? (slowly steps away from "kind" old man)
OM: Yeah... you like money? I have.
Me: (steps even further away from "kind" old man) (nervous grin)
OM: (Probably sensing I'm freaked out) Oh... I didn't think you'd be interested.
Me: Internal monologue: Bus! Bus! Where is that freaking bus!??!
(waits for what seems like eternity)
(bus pulls up)
(I let him get on first and then practically run to the back of the bus)
Me: Internal monologue: Oh gawd... don't let him sit next to me.
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He doesn't and he proceeds to get off at the next stop not before smiling at me.
Eew.

