Doesn’t It Just Figure?
So I was riding the J-Church on Friday to my chiropractor’s office and there was an empty seat next to mine. I was listening to something on my iPod — heavy metal probably — at some incredibly loud volume, as I am wont to do.
A family got on, and their son, who I’m guessing was about 10-12, sat down next to me. He turned toward me and I figured he was just looking out the window. But then I realized he had opened his mouth.
I pulled out my earbuds and said, “Sorry, what?”
“Hello!” he said. He was adorable — blond, blue-eyed, pint-sized glasses, dressed casually.
“Hi,” I said, in a genuinely friendly way, and then went back to my introspective rocking out.
About two seconds later, I thought to myself: Doesn’t it just figure, the first time a cute boy says hello to me on the train, he’s prepubescent?
And then he got up and went to sit somewhere else. Hmph.
– Beth W.
Beth loves the J-Church, hates being hit on by strangers, and yet secretly wonders why it never happens to her.
What does it say about me, Muni, and the world that I totally expected your story to end with the little kid mugging you, or telling you his mommy beats him, or some other totally horrible thing? I’m glad this at least ended peacefully.
perhaps this could’ve been Muni Diaries first missed connection?
C’mon, calling this a missed connection makes me sound like a perv.
But no, he was a genuinely sweet and friendly kid. I almost wanted to warn him not to talk to strangers on Muni, but know what, we need more kids like him.