So I was waiting for bus,

minding my own business, when by accident I smiled at the only other person there. She was inside the bus shelter you see, and I was outside of it, reading the times for the next bus. My smile wasn’t much, just a friendly, oh hello there, I see you are waiting for the bus too, me too, same as me, we are the same. Now her smile back was a little unnerving. Her face lit up as if she recognized me, you know the look. She had the crazy eyes and the eye contact got a little uncomfortable for me so I politely averted my gaze elsewhere, to my watch, to my shoes, back to the schedule, anywhere. I thought nothing of it (awkward half smiles with strangers happen all the time to me). But then, I kid you not, when I finally looked back over she had left the shelter and was coming up to talk to me. Ok.

She spent the next five minutes complaining about the 17 bus, buses in general, and the weather. Alright.

She spent the next five minutes complaining about “her man” and what a “pain in the ass” he is. Sure.

She told me about how she’d bumped her head pretty hard last night and showed me the bruise. Oh really. She asked me if I’d ever done that and I said no. She laughed so long that eventually, out of sheer awkwardness, I faked a laugh too.

At this point she takes out her phone, because it’s cat picture time. Obviously. Since we are now best friends.