In the last week, I’ve met the following umm… interesting?… people on the bus or the subway:
The lady who knew which stop I was getting off at the minute I got on, and shouted and talked to me about it the whole way. That was weird, because it was not my regular stop, so she couldn’t just have seen me get off there before.
The guy alternately weeping into his hands and peeking up with a smile to see if anybody was paying attention.
The lady yelling at the top of her lungs at everybody to get up and give her a seat when the train was half-empty.
The guy who kept smelling his hands and then rubbing discarded newspapers on them.
