If Only I Knew What A Full-Time Face Looked Like

Oh Winnipeg Transit. Our relationship is so strange.

After class I was runnign for the bus. Pretty fast, cuz it was about to start rolling away, when the weight of my backpack was suddenly gone. For the split second before ALL of my crap hit the ground, I was confused because the straps were still on my shoulders. And I looked back, and spread out over about 10 feet are my books, my purse, my ibu, and all the loose papers I shoved in my bag. Luckily there were about 5 gentleman nearby and I only had to pick up one thing, before they shoved in all in my hands.

I got on the bus and plopped all the crap on that handy ledge thing when you first walk in, muttering about my stupid backpack being broken (the zipper only stays together if you zip it up a certain way).

So.... I sit down and I'm settling down, when I realize the drunk guy I sat next to was muttering a lot and I think he was talking to me. The problem was, though I could hear what he was saying... it didn't make a lick of sense!

So I chose to ignore. Except then he got a little offended so he started saying, " I'm sorry I asked...I'M SORRY I ASKED." To which I turned and said, "It's ok, it's ok" So he calmed down.

A little while later he asked me a sensible question, "so how's your job?"

"My job? It's great" I reply with a friendly smile.

"yes... but does it have the same outcomes as .....(goes into muttering incoherently)" says the man.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying." To which he smiles knowingly- like a teacher would to a new ignorant pupil.

More muttering, a little later, "So you like this job" I say, "yes"

"Like you would work there forever?" he asks.

"Well no. It's only part time" I say.

More words put together in something that I guess was supposed to form a sentence.

"So you have a nice part-time job."

"yup"

Then the kicker, I wish I could describe the tone he said this in, but you'll just have to imagine, it's a little like Joey's "How you doin?" Anyways, he says, "you have a nice part-time face."

I burst out laughing. It was the best line I've ever heard in my LIFE! You have a nice part--time face... it's priceless. Yeah, he apologized a bit then talked a little about my smile, all the while assuring me that he wasn't trying to pick me up or anything. I am laughing the whole time... I couldn't help it. It was so innappropriate and such a funny line, I couldn't stop. People around me must've thought I was crazy.

He also asked me after that, what my mom does (he was about her age). It was also in a very suggestive tone.

Ok, so as we were passing Polo Park he asked me where a good place to get off the bus was and how far it went. I said I think it goes to Westwood.

So... when I say "have a good-night" and go to get off the bus, he says, "I think this is a good place to get off" and gets up, first falling on someone. When I realize he's following me I say, "nah, I think you better stay on"

He says, "nah I think I'll get off"

I look at the wonderful dark secluded place where my bus stop stops and say, "well... then I'm staying on"

And he gets off at my stop while I stay on. I realize that if he had tried anything, I probably could have pushed him over pretty easily in his state, but Roca Jacks is a few stops away so I got off there. It was a good thing too, cuz Maia was working alone and the place was packed, so I did a few dishes, made a few drinks and walked home.