Hey all. Here's a wonderful rant for the week. Ok so the story really begins after work but for the context I'll start a little before.I had a great day at work. GREAT (and that doesn't happen often). So then i wander around downtown,looking and shopping and having a GREAT day. So to get on with the rant, I'm waiting for the bus to take me home as I'm a little lazy after such a great day. Waiting, and waiting. So while I'm waiting this random guy comes up to me, says in an awakard accent, "I'm not from here. Which bus do I take to Kimble court". Being helpful i tell him...then I just notice he's got raunchy breath. He then takes a sip of beer. Just drinking in front of king's place. I tell him which bus but then say the driver could probably help him more [Hoping the driver would also notice that A) he's intoxicated b) and drinking in public]. The driver shoo's him away... as he is helping someone else at the time. The guy goes back to the driver and asks again. So long story short, guy gets on my bus...which is not really close to his location at all. This all happens before the bus leaves. So finally the bus takes off and random guy continues to talk all about himself. He tells me again to listen to his music. I ignore him and he doesn't say anything for about 2 mins. He then gets right close to me and says " Do you wanna go sit on the beach". I say "WHAT?" and he repeats something about sitting by the water and winks! I say no i really have to get home, ring the bell and hop off the bus. While I'm walking home, up the friggin hill, I'm thinking how ticked I am for him being an ass and made me feel so uncomfortable. I was cursing that I left the bus..in fear that he got off and was waiting around the corner. Walking, and thinking angry thoughts, I think how violated I was feeling. Wishing I wasn't female, that boys are cocky jerks and that someone who has just come to the province is only looking for one thing....... Thinking that he was at fault and thinking that I could have told him that I'm just not interested in talking ( Where was Clare's boldness when i need it). Wishing I just told him to get lost. Then I change my thoughts and am totally sympathetic, thinking that he's new in town, doesn't know anyone....I catch myself in though and am angry again for pitying him and then feel extremely depressed as I'm skeptical of walking around by myself....getting catcalls and creepy men everytime starts to add up and make you paranoid. Plus it always seems that the creepiest things happen when Tim's not around. I arrive home and enjoy my chocolate bar and continue my GREAT day. Moral of the story-there are a lot of sketchy people in Fredericton. Don't give weirdo-drunk-strange men directions....... SSSSKKKKEEETTTCCCHHHYYYY The End Current Location: Finally Home Current Mood: distressed
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