The old men that live on the corner, decided to actually bid me a good morning. Instead of speaking, they usually spend a great deal of time gawking at me as I walk by. For over three years these men would just sit there from the wee hours of the morning, till late at night. They'd see me every time I went by, and stare at me until I was out of sight's way. I can't even consider them old pervs (atleast, not all of them), because there were too many times that I received "judging eyes" from them.
Line-cutter decided to sit behind me on the train for some reason. Have no idea what's up with that, cause she NEVER sits on this section of the train. Maybe she's plotting my demise.
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