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| Happy Feet |
| 03.17.04 (2:29 pm) [edit] |
Another random encounter on public transportation for your reading enjoyment or not....
I got up late and missed the bus I wanted and had to wait an hour for the next. When I got on I sat in the middle and just relaxed, figuring that I was already late and it made no sense shvitzing over my status. I attempted to doze off. At the next stop a strange looking man came on. He was wearing a camouflage green shirt and extremely dirty jeans (shit-stained from the back). He sat beside me and smiled. I smiled back. I looked out the window and noticed the beautiful sky and the neatly manicured lawns as we drove by.
Suddenly I heard him say "You have nice features."
"Excuse me?"
"You have nice feet."
"Oh. Thank you." I smiled again. Then looked down at my sandals with my toes sticking out. Damn! I need a pedicure. Why did I wear sandals today?! My self-depricating thoughts were interrupted by a nudge.
"My girlfriend had nice feet." He showed me a photo of a pretty young woman hugging another man.
"She seems nice." I didn't know what else to say.
"I say she had nice feet because she died in January." He paused and looked sadly at the photo. "I used to take care of her feet. I'd soak them and rub them and scrape them. I'd even paint her nails. She had the most beautiful feet."
"I'm so sorry." Once again I was dumb.
"You can't see her feet in this photo, but trust me. They were wonderful."
"I believe you." I felt sad for him and at the same time scared of him. He seemed so creepy. I wondered how she died. I even had visions of him killing her and then painting her toe nails. Then I told myself to calm down. Just because he looks a little rough and dirty doesn't mean he could not have been in a normal loving relationship. I turned and looked at him. He was staring at my feet again.
I tucked my feet under the seat as a reflex reaction and looked out the window again. We were getting closer to my stop and I couldn't wait to get out. He nudged me again and I jumped a little in my seat.
"You have the most beautiful hands I have ever seen."
"Uh, thanks." I blushed and tried not to make eye-contact. He edged over in the seat and leaned closer to me. He smelled drenched with urine.
"Can I hold your hand? You have such pretty fingers."
"Um, no. No thanks. I don't really know you."
He reached his hand out to mine and it suddenly occured to me why he might be obsessed with hands and feet. His hands were slightly deformed; the nails thick, greenish brown and worn away; his skin was cracked and coarse and covered in liverspots. I leaned away in my seat towards the window and felt ashamed of myself. He was just a sad little man looking for something. A touch, a bit of kindness, some warmth and I couldn't find it in myself to give it to him.
I turned away and pulled the cord to stop the bus. I got off one stop early. I watched with some sadness as the bus pulled away. I saw him looking at me through the window. He looked down at my feet and smiled. I waved goodbye.
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posted by: Rawk (reply)
post date: 03.17.04 (11:35 am)
hahah ... thats great ... i always the guy talking to random people on the bus for the hell of it
at the mall though .. i get old people stoping and talking to me .. like once .. high 5'd my friend .. and some old guy gave us the history of the high 5 ..
posted by: icrackedthesky (reply)
post date: 03.17.04 (11:35 am)
that entry was really sad. but thoughtful
posted by: Cyberpal (reply)
post date: 03.17.04 (11:51 am)
Darn!! Good job you got off the bus, what would he have been looking at next.... your neck maybe?!! Yikes!! =)
posted by: blondebondgirl (reply)
post date: 03.17.04 (12:17 pm)
"iris" by goo goo dolls, excelent!
posted by: amethyst (reply)
post date: 03.17.04 (12:20 pm)
hey how do u do that thing so that when u first go to ur site that thing pops up saying that i might get a headache or w.e from going to ur site?
posted by: amethyst (reply)
post date: 03.17.04 (12:23 pm)
omg thats so sad....but i*d be scared too
posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 03.17.04 (12:35 pm)
Reply to: amethyst
I bought it in the tblog store. It's called a disclaimer. You need 5--75 tbucks to get it. If you don't have enough I will send you the tbucks for it as I have loads. Once you purchase it you should get an email telling you about it. It will show up on you Blog Options page in the left margin box. You can alter the words there.
posted by: SusanofPudlin (reply)
post date: 03.17.04 (1:57 pm)
amazing entry.
posted by: Joolie (reply)
post date: 03.18.04 (10:38 am)
Wow, that is a really sad story sweetie. I don't know what to say..... Joolie
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