The construction worker and the man in a wheelchair

I was waiting for the trax today when the crowd was informed there was a gas leak so the train wasn't coming and we would have to wait for a bus to take us north.  While standing there waiting, a construction worker standing near started talking to me about the situation.  Then, to be punny (pun + funny) he asked me "how's the weather down there?"  (typical short joke) so i told him I had heard that one a million times and he was going to have to come up with something better than that. So he asked me if i had to use a ladder to reach my mailbox. (i've never heard that one before, so i will give him props for that.)  Then he started asking more personal questions like how long i have lived here and what i did for a living, etc. 

The bus eventually came and when i got on, he came and sat next me and told me that even though i was short i was also really cute. Awwwww.

In the meantime a very cheerful older man in a wheelchair with a long beard started talking to me.  He had a cast on his leg so i asked him what happened.  The second I asked, he proceeded to reach into the neck of his sweatshirt, (note that this sweatshirt did not have a pocket, he just kept it in between his clothing) and pulled out a hand-full of x-rays and medical papers showing me the pictures from his surgery and the bolts they had put in his foot.  (Wow, i was not expecting to see that)

After the guy in the wheelchair finished his story, the construction worker started talking to me again, asking more personal questions like how old I was and if i had a boyfriend.  So i told him i was 25 and he said he was 35 and i said, "yea, that's old." haha.  Then he asked me if I was was ever free, for a date, like on the weekends, and I told him not for another month. (which is actually true, so i wasn't lying) Then he asked if he could give me his number and I could call him if I ever wanted to go on a date and I said sure.  So he gave me his number, and then got off the bus and said it was nice to meet you as he walked away.  

So, in conclusion, I still got it.  And I wasn't even trying.  haha.  and I probably am not going to call him.  But props for trying. What a great courageous soul. 

He REALLY liked my hat

I had been on the trax for about three minute when the guy sitting diagonally to me stood up, put his hands in the air and yelled "HELLO!!" After a few seconds passed and no one looked up, he did it again..."HELLO!!" Then he sat down, looked in my direction and said, "Nobody ever responds."  Me, trying really hard not to bust out into laughter couldn't help but let a small grin appear on my face. Well that turned out to be a big mistake because he then decided that we were friends.  And that's when the following conversation started........

Man:  "Ma'am, ma'am, excuse me ma'am."

Me: (while taking my headphones off)  "yea?"

Man:  "I really like your hat."

Me:  "Thank you"

Man:  "No, I don't think you understand, I REALLY like your hat."

Me:  "Thanks." (while putting my headphones back in)

about a minute later.....

Man:  "Ma'am, ma'am, excuse me ma'am."

Me: (while taking my headphones off)  "yea?"

Man:  "Can I see that?"

Me: (confused look on my face)

Man:  "Don't worry, I won't bite."

Me: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Man:  "Your ring, It's really cool."

Me:  "Thanks"

Man:  "It looks like something Aztec."

Me:  "It's a flower." (while putting my headphones back in)

a couple minutes later.....

Man: "Ma'am, ma'am, excuse me ma'am."

Me: (while taking my headphones off)  "yea?"

Man: "Can I ask you a question?"

Me: "What?"

Man:  "When were you born?"

Me: "I'm not answering that."

Man:  "I just want to know the month."

Me:  "August"

Man:  "Oh, you're a libra, that's what I thought."

and that's when i got off the train.

And my birthday isn't actually in August.  But really, if you're going to go to all that work just to know my zodiac sign, at least know the zodiac signs enough to know when they are.  August is not libra.  Duh.

And here he is.

She Will Never Be Lonely Again

It was early morning as I boarded the trax with my fellow passengers and sat down at the nearest seat I could find.  To my pleasant surprise I had sat down right across from a very lovely unique older lady.  I didn't think much of her talking as i took my seat, assuming she was on the phone. But after noticing her strange mumbling and quick change of topics, I looked over with sheer delight to see that she was not talking on the phone at all.  She was talking to her own reflection in the window.  

The following is what I picked up from her conversations with three different "friends" on my 10 minute train ride to work:

"Friend" #1:  Christy

This conversation consisted of how the government was trying to steal her identity and how they had some sort of tracking system on her in case she ever tries to leave the country.  Then she started spouting out a bunch of really long numbers which turned into a mumble.  Then she was saying how she is now using her maiden name to try and trick the government so they won't know who she is. (smart tactic)  

"Friend" #2:  Greg

This conversation started off talking about something that happened in September of 1947.  Something to do with an airport in Spain, and the government.  Then she was talking about how someone got kidnapped and hypnotized and then disappeared.  

"Friend" #3:  Bonnie

This conversation was about how someone was pushed in front of a bus.  "that wasn't an accident, she was pushed in front of that bus."  then how the same lady that did that had come after her too.  but don't worry, she's not scared of her anymore.  

So in conclusion, who needs real friends when you can make up your own? You'll never be lonely again.