This morning a woman boarded the B 61. She was around 40. Hippie-like and had big blond, long curly hair. She sat down on an outside seat. (I wish people would just move in if the bus is full). But that’s not the point. An elderly man came on at the end of the line. He stood there, looking at her. Just looking. He didn’t say anything, so that was strange, but I just assumed he wanted her to either get up or move over. No big deal, right? Well, she yells,
WHAT?! Do you want to sit down are are you just creepy staring at me and shit! DAMN!
He wanders back and sits elsewhere. It was an odd little morning correspondence. I think she needed coffee or something.