Creepy Takeaway From This Story: You Were Too Old For Him
(I am waiting at a bus stop one day, answering work emails and messaging my family on my phone, when a man about twenty years older than me sits beside me, so close that our arms are touching. I scoot as far away as I can. I am not one of those people who enjoys small talk with strangers, especially when I’m already doing something else.)
Old Man: “I don’t bite.”
Me: “I don’t like sitting close to strangers.”
Old Man: “Surprised you knew I was there at all, you’re so into your phone.”
Me: *sighs* “Yup.”
Old Man: “You’re so invested you probably only knew I was here when I touched you.”
Me: “Yup.”
Old Man: “You see? You kids can’t even home a proper conversation!”
Me: “My mother taught me not to talk to strangers.”
Old Man: “You’re being rude! Kids these days ought to–”
Me: “I’m 31. Quite far from a ‘kid.’”
(He sputtered a few more nonsensical words before huffing and resigning himself to silence. When the bus came, he didn’t even board; he just got up and walked away.)
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