Tonight, I took the bus to downtown Renton to grab dinner at my favorite Indian place; fortuitously, there is a bus that runs almost directly from door to door. On my way home, some guys got on the bus–one plopped next to me and started talking loudly about knifing people and then in the next breath started hitting on me. Not just hitting on me, hitting on me while licking his lips, as if it weren’t the creepiest thing to do in the history of time. As I got off the bus, I got to hear a lot of comments about my ‘ghetto booty’.
ಠ_ಠ
Uh, at least I didn’t get knifed?
UH.
I’m a lucky, lucky girl.
Gross 🙁
MY GHETTO BOOTY DEFLECTS KNIVES, BUDDY
Stuff like this actually makes me really enraged. I hate the fact that men pretty much don’t have to deal with this shit. At the very least, they don’t have to feel threatened by it. And I wonder why the fuck people are raising their boys to have such shitty views about women.
Yeah, these situations are lose-lose for women. I actually had an internal debate as to whether responding to his questions or ignoring him was more dangerous.
I blame Twilight.
In all fairness, I’m pretty sure this guy did not consider himself to be a glittery vampire.
That’s the scary thing. You never know.
You’re giving me a run for my money with this stuff. I’ve got a guy inviting me to try his “beef stew” a guy who wants to “fawk” and one who just wants a good, old-fashioned threeway. WHO SHOULD I CHOOSE?! Winners, all around.
I think the answer is obvious. Four-way with ALL of them. If three-way boy can’t take it, tell him to go eat some beef stew.
BB are we on for SAM tomorrow morning?
I want toooo. Do you know cost? I’m going to be working from 8am-? (I can bring teh bebe, but you know… BORING) and have a meeting at 4 with another lady. And fundz are limited. BUT I’M LEAVING ON WEDNESDAY FOR A WEEK! Ugh.
Life is dumb!
Hey, we can do it when you get back. 🙂
Seattle Art Museum? It’s always “pay what you can”, so if you really don’t gots the dosh, it’s cool, walk right on in.
Buy some headphones. Do not get on the bus without them, even if you have nothing to plug them into.
Excellent tip, thank you.
I have a big pair of red headphones. People still talk to me… A few weeks ago a guy with “the crazy” in his eyes started talking to me. I turned to him, looked him in the eye and said, “I can’t hear you,” rather loudly, then ignored him.
Nothing says ‘I AM IGNORING YOU’ louder than huge bright red headphones–I’m surprised that people even try when you’re wearing those!
Yeah, I think my good luck with buses has a lot to do with this. Except when I slipped and fell on one bus and then I was suddenly asked thousands of questions by this crazy woman who couldn’t take the hint that I didn’t want to hear about her life story. Cursed limited invisibility!
I want an invisibility cloak for christmas. Except I don’t want it to work when I’m in the middle of an intersection. Please make this happen for me, thx.
Yes, headphones. Since the tragic death of my iPod, I haven’t ridden the bus a lot, and I haven’t been bugged, but it’s only a matter of time. I always make it a point to read, though, and have no qualms about saying in a VERY peeved tone, “I’m READING here.”
I’m green with envy! No one ever makes public commentary about MY ghetto booty!
Guess what I’m going to do the next time I see you?
Was it Naan-n-Curry? That place is hella.
YES. I love that place so very, very much. And it’s evident, because they know me by NAME.
This is entirely acceptable behavior. Why do you feminazis always have to take the fun out of everything?
My icy vagina makes me uncomfortable so I have to take it out on others.
Uh – am I understand that hitting on girls while licking your lips and talking about their “ghetto booty” is a non-recommended tactic?
…damn.
Well, the thing about the ladies is that we’re all different so you may NEVER know the appropriate tactic. MUAHAHAHAHAHA
…BLAST!!!
However, I’m pretty sure that for the majority of quality ladies, you can rest assured that comments about the dump truck are not appreciated.
ルイス、本当に11月に東京に逢いに来てくれる?
I don’t have the heart to delete a comment about meeting secretly on the moon.
Lewis will come to see me in Tokyo.
Wow – way to keep it classy.
Shitty thing is that pepper spray is just as likely to get the sprayer as the sprayee (happens to the nypd ALL the time) especially in a close space like a bus. Although it seems to me that anyone else in the bus, other than you, deserves an eyefull for not calling Classy LipLicker out on his Classy LipLicking.
I assume that in order to hit him with pepper spray and turn the whole bus into a chemical weapon, I need to be faced with a more direct threat. :\
Well, yes. I suppose being crude isn’t enough.
It’s a whole level beyond passing wind just as you’re leaving the bus.
Screw that, hike a cheek and fart on the douche next time it happens.
Yeah, antagonize the guy who was talking about stabbing people; that seems smart.
大目じゃなくて多めです。
Wow…I…wow.
I know. I’m living the dream.
HA.
Would this be the 150 by chance? That bus be crazay, nigga.
169 rep-ruh-sent!
mmmhmmm!
Next time, I’m totally checking out your booty to see if it’s ghetto.
In soviet Russia, my booty is so ghetto it checks YOU out.
Wow! That’s scary… And it’s not as if you can rudly tell him that you can’t hear him or whatever or that you don’t want to talk to him… He even talked about knifing people.. WTF!
Yeah, I figured pissing off the guy who was talking about stabbing people by being rude was not the way to go.