21 avril 2005

A little bus story

This morning, took the bus.
Sat down, earbuds in ears, listening to a very mixed mix of music, minding my own brain business.
Bus stop, this guy walks in, sits down across from me.
60-ish, looking it, overweight, a bit of a lech look. Necklace like a dog-collar, humongous rings and an earring of the sort you pinch just above the lobe (or wear on your middle toe). Preposterous "I'm old but I don't want to look it and I'm failing miserably" outfit, the lot.
He winked at me.
I'm still queasy.

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