More chaos.
This is seriously starting to get weird.
Tonight I waited an hour for a train that never came, and made the acquaintance during that time of three gentlemen who told me I look like Louise Brooks. One of them, I think, tried to kiss me when I leaned in to inform him that his fly was down. I wrote it off as an honest mistake. The rest of the adventure, in hyphenated form:
-Midnight. Got fed up. Decided to take a $30 cab ride home.
-Two of the men and a girl we met on the way up decided to join me, as we all lived pretty close.
-Espied a bus headed a couple of stops away from our train station; herded everyone onto it.
-Shared a cab back to the train station with one of the men--a film critic, and the girl.
-Film Critic offered to drive us both home. The Girl accepted, so I did too, mostly because even though The Film Critic seemed perfectly fine, I didn't want her to ride home alone with a strange man.
-He asked if either of us knew what a "pididdle" was. I did, she did not. I put my hand on my knife, just in case I'd need it later.
-Dropped off The Girl without incident. Made pleasant conversation on the way back to my house, with my hand on my knife.
-Didn't need the knife.
-Film Critic dropped me off, also without incident. I thanked him.
I left work at 11:00 PM. I arrived home at 1:30AM.
Tonight I waited an hour for a train that never came, and made the acquaintance during that time of three gentlemen who told me I look like Louise Brooks. One of them, I think, tried to kiss me when I leaned in to inform him that his fly was down. I wrote it off as an honest mistake. The rest of the adventure, in hyphenated form:
-Midnight. Got fed up. Decided to take a $30 cab ride home.
-Two of the men and a girl we met on the way up decided to join me, as we all lived pretty close.
-Espied a bus headed a couple of stops away from our train station; herded everyone onto it.
-Shared a cab back to the train station with one of the men--a film critic, and the girl.
-Film Critic offered to drive us both home. The Girl accepted, so I did too, mostly because even though The Film Critic seemed perfectly fine, I didn't want her to ride home alone with a strange man.
-He asked if either of us knew what a "pididdle" was. I did, she did not. I put my hand on my knife, just in case I'd need it later.
-Dropped off The Girl without incident. Made pleasant conversation on the way back to my house, with my hand on my knife.
-Didn't need the knife.
-Film Critic dropped me off, also without incident. I thanked him.
I left work at 11:00 PM. I arrived home at 1:30AM.