There is a special lady that I see sometimes with wild hair and thick glasses. She is very curious about the other riders and will look around her to see what everyone is up to. Without even trying to hide it, she will squint at and mouth (often out loud) the words on someone's shirt or a book they are reading. If she can't quite read what it is, she will ask you to move your arms or hold it up to her so she can read what it says. If she doesn't know what it is, she will ask you about it. This usually occurs right when she gets on the bus so I guess it is her way of surveying to situation. A little nosy, a little quirky but also a little endearing. She is definitely child-like anyway.
She is not the only one that is curious about what other people are doing on the bus. I have, more than once, had people awkwardly watch me play Jewels on my phone over my shoulder (Similar to Bejeweled. Very addictive). Not only watching over my shoulder, but full on leaning in as I try to turn the back of my phone toward them and scooch over as far as I can. Another time, this guy whose eyes look in different directions, asked me if my game was like Tetris. I replied "ya, kind of." And then he asked again if it was like Simon Says. I could only laugh, shake my head in confusion and say no....no.
The crazy eyed guy reminds me of another guy, on a day I forgot my iPod of course. It was a morning that I was pounding the rock with the baby across the aisle (after he threw his binky at me twice, he kept wanting me to pound the rock, I just went with it). The chatty guy next to me asked me if I was a student. I told him I wasn't. He then told me "well you look like a student," pointing to my backpack. His next question was if I was a teacher. I said I wasn't a teacher and he replied "well you look like a teacher," pointing to my coffee mug. No, please, no.
I digress. By the way I hate that saying.
Anyway, speaking about creepos that get in your business and try to figure out what you're up to, today that was me. Well sort of. I definitely was looking at the book the lady next to me was reading. It was called
Dead Men Don't Crochet. Interesting title right? It is probably some ironic title that really has nothing to do with crocheting, because who writes novels about crocheting? Wrong, Betty Hechtman writes murder mysteries about people that crochet. I looked it up. Ya, there's a whole series of these books and the people that crochet are in a club called the Hookers. HA! Some of the other titles of her books are
You Better Knot Die. HA!
By Hook or By Crook. HA!
A Stitch in Crime. HA!
I'm not really seriously thinking about reading these books, but she sounds clever. And if they are good enough for the people on the bus to read, they are probably good enough for me to read.
