thatvoodoochick's blog: "Mindless Ramblings Of Me"

Waiting at the train station this evening for my bus. Minding my own business. Dum de dum de dum, when this black gentleman approaches me. The encounter goes as follows: "Excuse me miss. I don't mean to bother you, but I was hit in the head with bricks last night." He points to this pink circle next to his eye that was about the size of a quarter. "And I'm not in my right mind right now." Hmm mmm as I casually take a small step back. "And I was wondering if you had 80 cents for my bus card." *insert bus card being waved* Now I genuinely didn't have any change on me. I really don't carry it. It's my "California Fund" money! LOL So very politely, I told him I was sorry but I didn't have any change. "But I need it for my bus card." I'm sorry about that, but I don't have any change. He takes a step away before asking, "What about a dollar?" Um, no. Now granted, I did, but I'm not about to pull out my wallet at a bus stop. That's just asking to get your wallet stolen. He gives me the nastiest look and walks away leaving me to still wonder, "What does getting hit in the head with bricks have to do with needing money for your bus card?"