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So. The overly earnest, completely filthy, and generally obnoxious young man who sat beside me on the bus yesterday (carrying an enormous drum, wearing a tie-dyed shirt with the message "Jesus saves! We all bleed RED!!!" magic-markered on it, and sweating profusely), asked me whether I was "heterosexual or homosexual" after giving a long speech about how great Christianity is. Then he told me he could tell, just by talking to me that I was a good, honest person, and that "you don't seem like you're in it for dirty thrills" while talking about what a problem he has with gay pride and asking if I have "hostility toward men."
. . . What does one say to that? Dirty thrills? He then went on to say that he can't judge, because he shoplifts and sometimes doesn't recycle. Again, what to say? When I got off the bus (and I think I have never been so happy to leave anything), he gave me a hug, which would have been upsetting in any case, but was especially horrid, because he was drenched with sweat and smelled more than a little rank.
Really. You meet the most appalling sort of people. And of course you meet them on long bus rides. Dirty hippie and evangelizing Christian are two breeds of bus-riders that really ought not to mix in this alarming fashion.
. . . What does one say to that? Dirty thrills? He then went on to say that he can't judge, because he shoplifts and sometimes doesn't recycle. Again, what to say? When I got off the bus (and I think I have never been so happy to leave anything), he gave me a hug, which would have been upsetting in any case, but was especially horrid, because he was drenched with sweat and smelled more than a little rank.
Really. You meet the most appalling sort of people. And of course you meet them on long bus rides. Dirty hippie and evangelizing Christian are two breeds of bus-riders that really ought not to mix in this alarming fashion.