This morning I sat in the handicapped section where a gentleman was also seated. The handicapped section has three seats, homeboy really had this comfy pose, legs stretched completely out (and disturbing my personal space). I just made a grossed out face, but did not look at him at all… and he adjusted just to again have his legs past where they were supposed to be.
The other day, I was so angry going back and forth with the doctors office while I was on my way there (this was the weekend I had to detach my pump because shit was just going wrong), anyway this dude asks, “hey miss, would you like to sit down?” And I said no, my stop was coming up. And he goes, are you in school? And I said yeah. And he asks, what are you studying? And I go Chemistry. (Everyone and their mother knows that I’m a chemistry major, but obviously this dude didn’t get the memo) and he goes, so you want to be a doctor? And I said no, I wasn’t to be a [fucking] chemist (this idiot was starting to tick me off.) and he goes cool, cool! What do you want to do with it? I say, I want to work with insulin and diabetes. He goes, “you get diabetes when you eat a lot of sugar” and I look at the person next to me who was dying of laugher at this idiot, then I go, “no. Actually, sometimes it’s genetic” then, the kicker, he goes, “so do you want to exchange numbers to talk about chemistry?” And I said “nope” and I told him to have a great weekend and I got off the bus.
What kind of actual loser hits on someone on the bus? My brother goes, “nigga, if you that pressed, go on tinder”
He would’ve gotten a backswipe anyway.
This is a true story.