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?
*Yes.
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