Tale of Transportation

I was waiting at the bus stop alone, quietly humming I Hate This Part by The Pussycat Dolls, when a Korean dude about my age ran across the street to where I was standing. Here is how the unsolicited conversation proceeded:

Him: "Which bus are you waiting for?"

Me: "The blue line that goes down to Queen's Quay."

Him: "That bus does not exist. Where are you coming from?*" 

Me: "A party."

Him: "Me too. But it sucked. I liked a girl there and she ended up making out with another guy."

Me: "That sucks."

Him: "Where do you live?"

Me: "Ummm...I live in multiple places."

Him: "Don't worry, I'm not going to stalk you. I live at Drewry!"

Me: "I don't even know where Drewry is!"

And then his bus came and he left me alone in the bus shelter, doubting whether the blue line existed after all.

*Isn't this a question you would expect from an old, bearded man chugging whisky from a flask if you were both train hoppers sitting on the hard floor of a train car in the dark?