A couple of days after Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson died, I'm waiting a bus stop. There's a guy waiting there. He's about 25, unshaven, and has a very large beer belly hanging out from beneath the bottom of his T shirt. I'm reading when he asks me if I've heard what happened. Thinking that he was going to start talking about either Farrah or Michael, I asked "What happened?" What I was not expecting was for him to tell me that his father is wanted by the FBI. I move away a couple of steps, then (perhaps stupidly) ask why his father is wanted by the FBI.
"I don't know. That's all my grandmother told me. You'd have to ask her. Do you want her number so you can call her?" I told him no and tried to start reading again. I really think I need to work on my ways to discourage people from talking to me, because it didn't work with this guy either.
So as I'm trying to read and keep one eye on him, he asks "Have you heard of Kris Kringle?"
Now those of you who know me will know that my first thought is of Santa Claus, Christmas and all sorts of good stuff. Thinking that Kris Kringle will be a "safe" topic, I say yea, I've heard of him.
My new buddy says, "So you know he was involved in a triple homicide? The cops are still looking for him." (I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!)
Luckily for me my bus came, and it wasn't his bus, though I wouldn't have been surprised if he would have gotten on just to keep talking to me. He had the look of someone who didn't have anyplace to go. Of all the people at the bus stops, why is it that I seem to be the easiest one to talk to??
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And all this time I thought I was the one who attracted all the weirdos.
ReplyDeleteYou win this round.