Unfiltered Story #179129
(I’m sitting at the front of a double decker bus just staring outside. This was my first time riding on one of these, so I decide to make the most out of the experience.)
Man: So are you a VIP?
(I turn in the direction of the voice, startled, since I was the only one on the top part of the bus. Also, I’m not used to having strangers talk to me.)
Me: Oh…um…no.
(The man takes a seat across from me and as he sits down, I decide to take off my ear buds I had on earlier for listening to my music just in case he tries to talk to me so that I don’t appear rude.)
Man: So where are you going? (I immediately stiffen)
Me: Um…what? Oh I’m going to school.
(I wasn’t lying but I wasn’t going to say the name of the college I was going to either.)
Man: Are you going to art school?
Me: No…
Man: I speak 11 languages and I can write in 9 of them.
Me: (nodding my head, a little confused) That’s cool.
Man: Looking at you, I can tell you’re a pretty smart kid.
Me: Oh, thank you.
Man: So what are you studying?
Me: (I can’t think of a lie so I end up telling him upfront) Sir, to be honest with you, I don’t tell people what I study or what I do for that matter. But out of curiosity, what languages do you speak? (I mentally cringe because I know I made a stupid mistake)
Man: (stares at me)…You’re a sick woman, you know that?
Me: (I stare at him, perplexed)
Man: You’re a sick woman. (Repeats several times before making a phone call)
(Over the phone)
Man: Yeah…yeah…these bus patrons are very rude…So how’s the baby going along…10 days…ohhh…I hope it is a baby boy because if it is a baby girl, I’ll send her in a box for thirty cents in pennies…Ok…
(Once he finishes his call, he falls asleep)
*By the time I got off the bus, I was really questioning if I actually went through all that and heard everything on the phone correctly.
**To this day, my mom still teases me about riding double decker buses.