#whatdafuck

To set the scene it was a January after noon in 2024 and I was still working at bread. (Though not for much longer because I dislocated my hip a couple days later).

I had left work early because storm was happening and took the bus home. I had to get off at a stop and wait for a different bus and I stood in the single entrance bus stop shelter trying to stay out of the storm.

Not far off I see a man carrying a lot of luggage and think nothing of it. He drops his luggage in the middle of the road and pulls a large malley out of his bag and begins coming at me, swinging.

Reminder, I am in a small plexi-galls bus stop and he's gunning for the only entrance. I don't have a weapon or anything in particular to save myself with. Only thing I had was a healthy dose of mental illness and a tic disorder.

Needless to say I had no control over my first reaction. The most baby doll sounding 'Hi' spewed from my face and he stopped, stared at me and said 'Oh, you're kind of cute.' (mind you I am wearing a think coat over 2 layers of clothes, a cowl and a face mask).

He asks me where I was going and I realize all I had to do was keep him talking until my bus came. And I did. By the time my bus got there I had been offered (and declined) nearly every substance under the sun.

As I got on the bus he tried to join me (his stuff still in the middle of the road) and I told him he'd need to get his stuff together and get on another bus.

He told me that he was going to the local dollar store and do H in the bathroom instead and wished a good day.