My friend Stephanie and I were hanging out in downtown Minneapolis for an evening and had to take a late bus back to our college campus. This is a picture of us from high school:
Kind of an old picture from when we did Spanish club.
So we get on this bus and we’re the only people on the bus for a few stops. Then this guy gets on. I have this neon yellow hat (so I don’t get lost in a blizzard. Minnesota logic), and the guy is just staring at the hat like it is the second coming of Christ or something. It’s making me really uncomfortable, so I just kind of ignore him.
Anyway, he then proceeds to ask me if my hat is battery powered or if it runs on brain waves. I tell him that I have no clue. It has become apparent that this man is not right in the head or is abusing narcotics. Probably some combination of the two. He starts telling us about how he really admires Dr. Phil as well as his thoughts on Mormonism, and how he hasn’t seen his secretary in months. It was all kind of a blur, but he just kind of petered off.
Five minutes later, this same guy crosses the aisle to my friend and I and hands us some coins and tells us thank you for brightening his evening. I got 3 cents of this guy. My friend got 26 cents (lucky). He just kind of keeps rambling incoherently about how he’d like to give my friend and I a job because we’re both so attractive. He then asks if he can get off the bus with us and hang out with us tonight on our college campus. Thinking fast, we’re like “ah… no. We have really early classes tomorrow.”
So at this point we’re afraid that he’s going to follow us of the bus to our deserted college campus at 11:30 at night. He doesn’t though. I end up getting back to my dorm 3 cents richer and with a little more life experience.
