Crazy guy on the bus!
So, today I went to see my dentist. Another one of the biweekly visits I do, very normal and ordinary. Then I decided to take a bus home and took the wrong bus. Had to get off at the Interchange to catch another one and that's where I met a crazy guy.
I don't know what was wrong with him, but he couldn't stand still at all. He kept turning round and round and swaying from side to side and taking light steps with each foot on the spot. I wouldn't be surprised if a little kid were to act like that, bring hyperactive and all, but an adult? It seemed strange. And then he kept looking at me. At first I thought it was because I was the only other person waiting on Bus 167. But it was creepy because he looked somehow cunning but yet at the same time not all together rational. Sometimes he smiled to himself (which is perfectly fine by the way, though he did look crazy still), but when he wasn't smiling his eyes had a cold and dangerous look (which levels him up from just 'crazy' to 'psycho').
And then he started to talk to me. I didn't understand him, he was speaking another language, my guess is Malay, but I can't be sure. At first I thought he just wanted to ask me something, so I tried to respond, but he just kept talking. It was quite clear that it was kind of a monologue, but directed at me, so I ignored him and turned the other way, and he kept blabbering on and turning on the spot and moving about.
The final thing that made me conclude that he was indeed crazy (as if the above behaviour of his wasn't already proof enough) was actually his teeth. His four front teeth had all rotted away, leaving only black stumps. According to my mum, one thing crazies have in common is that they have poor personal hygiene. It doesn't occur to them to maintain their own cleanliness, and there's only so much others can do to keep them clean. Plus, usually the teeth at the back rot first if you're just an ordinary person who doesn't bother to brush twice/thrice a day. Even my great-grandmother, who wasn't very well-schooled in dental hygiene, could still retain her two front teeth even though the rest had rotted away. So this person had indeed a screw loose. He wasn't just some guy who doesn't floss/brush.
Crazies often smell weird as well. A bad smell, because of the poor hygiene, of course, sometimes mixed with a smell of hospitals/medicine. I couldn't detect any weird smell, but then again I do have a very weak sense of smell (bunnisteffi can attest to that).
The problem was whether this guy was dangerous or not. Some people are crazy, but harmless. Some are downright psycho, and should be locked away. I couldn't tell, so I was freaked out. And then the bus came, and I boarded, and that crazy guy went and sat right BEHIND ME! There were plenty of seats, but no, he had to sit there.
I was pretty freaked out by then. First, he acts crazy, then he directs this weird monologue at me, and then he had to sit there?! At the next red light I changed my seats and sat very close to the bus driver, right at the front, where some other sane people were sitting too. Throughout the trip he was mostly un-crazy, but I did hear him talking (to himself?) once or twice.
Thankfully nothing much happened and I got off safely and in one piece.
So what was I planning to do if he did something dangerous? Well, a taser would be the best. But not everyone has one. A heavy handbag is your best weapon. Or a crotch kick, whichever you prefer. Elbowing is pretty good too. Whatever works, just act quickly. The price of safety is vigilance.
/craziesonthebus.
I don't know what was wrong with him, but he couldn't stand still at all. He kept turning round and round and swaying from side to side and taking light steps with each foot on the spot. I wouldn't be surprised if a little kid were to act like that, bring hyperactive and all, but an adult? It seemed strange. And then he kept looking at me. At first I thought it was because I was the only other person waiting on Bus 167. But it was creepy because he looked somehow cunning but yet at the same time not all together rational. Sometimes he smiled to himself (which is perfectly fine by the way, though he did look crazy still), but when he wasn't smiling his eyes had a cold and dangerous look (which levels him up from just 'crazy' to 'psycho').
And then he started to talk to me. I didn't understand him, he was speaking another language, my guess is Malay, but I can't be sure. At first I thought he just wanted to ask me something, so I tried to respond, but he just kept talking. It was quite clear that it was kind of a monologue, but directed at me, so I ignored him and turned the other way, and he kept blabbering on and turning on the spot and moving about.
The final thing that made me conclude that he was indeed crazy (as if the above behaviour of his wasn't already proof enough) was actually his teeth. His four front teeth had all rotted away, leaving only black stumps. According to my mum, one thing crazies have in common is that they have poor personal hygiene. It doesn't occur to them to maintain their own cleanliness, and there's only so much others can do to keep them clean. Plus, usually the teeth at the back rot first if you're just an ordinary person who doesn't bother to brush twice/thrice a day. Even my great-grandmother, who wasn't very well-schooled in dental hygiene, could still retain her two front teeth even though the rest had rotted away. So this person had indeed a screw loose. He wasn't just some guy who doesn't floss/brush.
Crazies often smell weird as well. A bad smell, because of the poor hygiene, of course, sometimes mixed with a smell of hospitals/medicine. I couldn't detect any weird smell, but then again I do have a very weak sense of smell (bunnisteffi can attest to that).
The problem was whether this guy was dangerous or not. Some people are crazy, but harmless. Some are downright psycho, and should be locked away. I couldn't tell, so I was freaked out. And then the bus came, and I boarded, and that crazy guy went and sat right BEHIND ME! There were plenty of seats, but no, he had to sit there.
I was pretty freaked out by then. First, he acts crazy, then he directs this weird monologue at me, and then he had to sit there?! At the next red light I changed my seats and sat very close to the bus driver, right at the front, where some other sane people were sitting too. Throughout the trip he was mostly un-crazy, but I did hear him talking (to himself?) once or twice.
Thankfully nothing much happened and I got off safely and in one piece.
So what was I planning to do if he did something dangerous? Well, a taser would be the best. But not everyone has one. A heavy handbag is your best weapon. Or a crotch kick, whichever you prefer. Elbowing is pretty good too. Whatever works, just act quickly. The price of safety is vigilance.
/craziesonthebus.