I’m not sure why it is, but I’m often approached/waved at by very creepy people.
Last Sunday at work (I’m a hostess/busser at a restaurant) I had a family come in consisting of a grandmother, a middle aged mom, and her two grown sons. After I seated them at their table and went to seat another, I happened to glance back and see one of the sons waving at me. Of course when he saw me looking he stopped and averted his gaze. Weiiiiird.
Then as I was passing their table, he put his arms behind his head and purposely stuck his elbow in my path. I narrowly missed it each of the seven times I had to pass him and sudden his elbow jump. Grrr. Then to make things worse, he kept waving and staring across the restaurant to look at me for 5 minutes at a time.
I might have looked something like this:
It took me a second to realize that he probably wasn’t all there, if you know what I mean. But still, it was very creepy and in the end I ended up standing in the kitchen until they left. My boss was all like, “Marie…are you hiding…in the kitchen?” Me: “YES. There’s some guy staring and waving at me!!” His reaction, of course, was to laugh. Meanie head. But yeah, it was pretty funny.
You’d THINK that after one incident, I’d stay away from all weirdo men in general, but NOOOOO.
Monday, I had an audition for the orchestra at my school, so I hopped on the train (and by hopped I mean: walked to the station and became very sweaty, just missed my train and had to wait 20 minutes for the next one) and took it to school. The audition went great, the professor was super nice, and I made it in. On the way back, however, as I was listening to my iPod and waiting for my connecting train a man approached me and asked me if I knew when the next train was going to becoming.
Older, a little bit dirty, very crooked yellow teeth, and rumpled clothing. Mmm hmm. In my city that translates to: stay away; proceed with caution. I very politely told him I didn’t know exactly but if he needed to find out he could walk down to the end of the platform and look at the schedule. He said, “Oooh. Okay. Hmm. Are you from here?”
“Oh. It sounds like you have an accent!”
“Nope, from here.” uh, what? I sound perfectly normal, by the way.
“Oh. Hmm. Do you play violin?”
He points at the case I’m holding. “Yes, I do.” No, sir, I carry this freaking heavy instrument case around FOR THE FUN OF IT.
“No, I’m still a student.”
“Oh, where do you go to school?” *whiiiiiiir alarm bells*
“I’m not really comfortable discussing that with you, sir.”
He looks suddenly shocked! “That doesn’t make very much sense. I could just guess where you go to school!”
I must have looked pretty peeved because he starts to explain why it’s illogical for me not to tell him where I go to school, and because I’m not really sure what to do in those kind of situations, I just unpaused my Beethoven and ignored him. The last thing I heard him say was, “Are you the bipolar or something? Oh I see.”
Eventually, he walked away. Presumably to check the train schedule.
WHY??? Why are people so weird?
Wait, don’t answer that.
That, my friends, concludes the “Things that Happen to me while on the Train” story of the day. Hopefully, there will never be another episode.