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Holy shit so this just happened: the former seatmate of the resident crazy got off at Utica. I'd made the mistake of not keeping my headphones on, leaving myself inadvertently open to conversation. A FATAL MISTAKE.
Resident crazy: "I like your hair. Is that for Halloween or what?"
Self, trying to disregard that Halloween was five months ago: "It's more of a year round thing."
RC: "I bet your mom loves that. ... And your grandparents. Little granny and grandpa."
Self, trying to disregard general rudeness: "They've gotten used to it."
RC: "All my grandparents have tattoos from being in the concentration camps."
[The most awkward silence in history.]
RC: "They dyed their hair. They put them in vats of chemicals that stained their hair and skin ... burned their skin off ... [trails off into muttering rambles]"
Self has no idea how to even start responding to that, stares intently out window.
It should be mentioned that this man doesn't appear particularly insane. Hoodie, coat, jeans, middle aged. I say this because he is clearly too young to have witnessed the camps as anything other than second or third hand.
It should also be mentioned that this ties in with what I overheard from his conversation with the person in front of me, who I am now suspecting may have gotten off the bus early just to avoid a continuation. It started off innocently enough, small talk about cellphone carriers, but the next thing I heard was RC saying, "... And then they gave me a shot in my penis and now I have trouble defectating. [laughs] ... they gassed my grandparents too. Ripped their skin off." Followed moments later by, "[farts] PHEWWW THAT STINKS. PHEWWW. PHEWWW."
Maybe this is just his clever way of ensuring he gets a seat all to himself.
Resident crazy: "I like your hair. Is that for Halloween or what?"
Self, trying to disregard that Halloween was five months ago: "It's more of a year round thing."
RC: "I bet your mom loves that. ... And your grandparents. Little granny and grandpa."
Self, trying to disregard general rudeness: "They've gotten used to it."
RC: "All my grandparents have tattoos from being in the concentration camps."
[The most awkward silence in history.]
RC: "They dyed their hair. They put them in vats of chemicals that stained their hair and skin ... burned their skin off ... [trails off into muttering rambles]"
Self has no idea how to even start responding to that, stares intently out window.
It should be mentioned that this man doesn't appear particularly insane. Hoodie, coat, jeans, middle aged. I say this because he is clearly too young to have witnessed the camps as anything other than second or third hand.
It should also be mentioned that this ties in with what I overheard from his conversation with the person in front of me, who I am now suspecting may have gotten off the bus early just to avoid a continuation. It started off innocently enough, small talk about cellphone carriers, but the next thing I heard was RC saying, "... And then they gave me a shot in my penis and now I have trouble defectating. [laughs] ... they gassed my grandparents too. Ripped their skin off." Followed moments later by, "[farts] PHEWWW THAT STINKS. PHEWWW. PHEWWW."
Maybe this is just his clever way of ensuring he gets a seat all to himself.