Today started out excellent. Woke up ON TIME for the first time in forever. Was able to get breakfast done and ready ON TIME, got Curious George’s lunch packed ON TIME.
Curious George was out the door…ON TIME.
Then I did some work, took a nap and got ready for school. I walk down to the bus stop. It’s a nice day, perfect breeze and just enough clouds to cover the glare of the sun. I only got honked at once today and I was so dag-on cheerful I waved back, not offended in the least.
The bus comes…ON TIME!!!!! I get on the bus. I show my school pass and move to go find a seat. It’s packed today, which isn’t normal on my route. But just as I walk down the center isle, I feel a creepy sensation crawl from my breasts (which are glorious, I must admit) down to my lady bits (also glorious), and back up. I keep my eyes forward and on my goal of an empty seat.
As I pass, that icky awareness passes over my back-pack covered ass and I have to fight the urge to throw my hands back there and cover myself. I figure that’s normal every once in a while and I shouldn’t engage the person who is ogling my lady lumps.
I sit down and face forward, instantly plugging in my headphones and turning on my ‘bus route jams’. This works to keep conversation at a minimum.
And then, as I am changing the song from a bouncy over-done K-Pop song to a favorite rap song that I’ve been singing to lately (even though its ridiculous and makes no sense whatsoever), I feel it again.
That not-so-good tingly creeper feeling. Feels kinda oily. Makes you want to vomit.
I glance up and my eyes meet with a guy I swear has never seen the light of day (even though we live in the land of the sun.) He had a dark blue track suit on, dirty blonde hair, white Nikes, and almost no eyelids. His hair was cut into a bowl shape that would have looked better on nobody-EVER.
And those peepers. Creeped me the fuck out.
He wouldn’t blink. He just kept staring at me.
Yeah…he was about that color.
And no, he wasn’t an Albino.
I glance down at my iDouche and scroll through some music. He’s sitting close enough by me that I can tell he hasn’t moved and is still staring at me. I glance toward the front of the bus to gauge the distance to school.
Then he laughs. Laughs the creepy, “I just wrecked my Pedo-van in a high speed chase and that’s why I’m taking the bus” laugh. You know what I’m talking about right?
Several of us glance at him and shift uncomfortably. He is still staring at me, unblinking. I, being the snarky bitch I am, raise one eyebrow imperiously and stare him down.
We stared at each other like that for two city blocks. He wouldn’t look away and if possible, his eyes seemed to open wider. He had a thin smile that seemed to get bigger as his eyes did. It’s at this point that I realize I have caught the attention of a creeper with broken peepers and horrible bus etiquette.
And if it’s one thing Aurora don’t like – it’s broken peepers. But I can’t just yell out, “Hey, Creepo! You’re peepers are broken!”
I felt that would have been rude.
My stop comes and as soon as the bus slows down I hop out of my seat and instead of moving to get out from the front, I stride quickly to the back. I look back once to see that Mr. Broken Peepers the Creepo has also stood, still staring at me and is trying to go out the back door as well.
Thank goodness there was a ton of college kids on the bus today that all had to get off at that stop….because seriously. I think he would have followed me.
I’m off the bus and immediately wait for a small (VERY small) opening in traffic and run across the street. I could have sworn Mr. McCreeperton got off the bus, but once I reached the other side of the street I looked back and didn’t see him. I noticed one other girl that had crossed the street after me was looking back to. We looked at each other and shrugged.
Maybe he decided to creep on the bus a little more.
As I continued my walk to class I realized that he obviously knows which bus route I take and which school I go to know. Fuckballs.
Note to self: Consider switching up the route a little.
Afterthought: Next time wear a sports-bra if there is a possibility of having to run from Creepos. My boobies were ah-boucin’ like mad when I made my crazy dash across the street.
That’s probably why no one was honking at me in the traffic. They was watching the show.
Your welcome good traffic goers of central New Mexico. You’re welcome.
Big boobs can be such a hassle some times.
To Curious George, whom I know stalks me on my blog daily:
1. It’s OK to stalk me on my blog. We’re married. It’s kinda sexy.
2. We should probably sign up for those Krav Maga classes we talked about. Especially if I am going to have to go farther for University next semester.
I can throw down, don’t get me wrong, but even I know the importance of self-defense knowledge. Or in Krav Maga’s case, the importance of situational aggression.
Anyway, class was the usual. The She-Hitler was trying to make people feel stupid and ignorant and only made herself look like more a bitch. I walked to the bus stop and was saved from a short ride and long walk home from friend in class. (You are so sweet! My feets thank you!)
I’m home now and a little less creeped out from my adventure. Hopefully I won’t see that guy again.
And now to play video games!
Because that’s what one does when trying to avoid homework… 🙂