So I’ve gotten into the routine of doing my major grocery shopping every Tuesday (minor grocery shopping every Saturday) because I run out of things to eat on a weekly basis due to the lack of two things 1. Car (I have to carry what I buy so it’s not much) and 2. preservatives in French food (so things go bad after a week).
Since the grocery store is like a 20 walk from my apartment I always catch the bus back. Usually I can catch the 6:30 bus but sometimes I miss it and have to wait for the 7:00 bus. And that’s when I see him.
Thin, white, pimply faced, and carrying a large briefcase that, if it’s label is to be trusted, contains a trumpet but due to the creepiness he oozes could contain a basement made bomb.
Every time we’ve been at the bus stop together he stares at me. While eating something.
The first time I saw him he was eating chips and staring at me. The second time it was some kind of French snack I didn’t recognize. Today it was a baguette. Same shit every time. Eating. And staring.
And not like the slick staring where you look and then look away or you stare but when they see you you either look away or smile. No, he’s eating and continuously staring at me. Like how one would eat popcorn and watch a movie.
The staring is weird but the eating part is totally creeping me out. I’ve tried to ignore him. Nope. Munch, munch, stare, stare. I’ve tried to move out of his line of sight. Nope. He moved to put me back in range. Munch, munch, stare, stare. I’ve tried to give him the “look I know your staring at me stop it already” look. Nope. Munch, munch, stare, stare.
How is this ok?!?! Do you not have parents that teach you social norms?!?!
I’ve also tried to elicit the help of other people at the bus stop through pleading eyes but all I get is the “better you than me” look.
So far he hasn’t done anything aside from stare and eat which in and of itself is totally harmless so maybe it’s ok?
We’ll see.
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