I recently posted in my other blog (the one that is about day to day life etc) about an experience I had last Thursday and even though a week has passed, it still leaves me feeling unsettled. I was unfortunate enough to encounter a “bus nutter”.
The bus nutter is one of those people who looks slightly out of place and has the behaviour to match, quite often they will try and make life long friends with you, share their entire life stories in minutes and cling to you as though their lives depended on it.
I was en route to a doctor’s appointment and had to change buses mid-way, this is where I encountered this guy. I sat waiting for my next bus when he decided to come over and make small talk with me, at first I wasn’t worried about this because I’m usually happy to chat to people I meet out and about. There was so much noise that I didn’t realise that he’d been drinking alcohol (wine it turned out to be). It all started off pretty innocently, just general observations and the like but then it started to get more intense.
The more he spoke, the more alarm bells he was setting off in my head, this guy hadn’t slept for a few days and was trying to stay up for another 24 hours he told me in between gulps of wine from the bottle he had stashed in his carry bag. I couldn’t help but wonder what else was in the bag but I reallly didn’t want to know!
Out of the blue he started telling me about the various boarders he’d had at his 2 storey, 4 bedroom house – all of which were women. He tried to impress me with his good deeds of helping them to get ahead by giving them free board and was really put out that they all just packed up and left without saying a word (the last one taking his “good” towels). The one before that used to use his car all the time and would come to him in the middle of the night (apparently), wearing nothing and wanting to have sex with him which he “always” turned down. Yeah like that’s a normal male response….nope, something not right with this picture! I don’t believe he is just an honourable guy, I think I was getting his version of events.
When I asked about his car and why he was using the bus, he told me all about how he’d lost his license, doing double the speed limit on the freeway, being 4 times over the legal drinking limit, not to mention a bag of dope in the car….he stupidly fled from the police chasing him only to pull up in a petrol station where he punched and knocked out the guy working there. The police by this time had caught up and nabbed him. (he claims he didn’t remember the voilent stuff – more alarm bells).
In between him telling me how interested he was in me “oh yeah mate, you’re really creating a lasting impression – but it ain’t a good one!” he also told me how he got into some bother with the neighbours recently and he couldn’t understand why. He wanted to cut back his trees in his garden and proceeded to do so with a chainsaw – at 2 in the morning! Umm dude….if you were my neighbour, I’d have driven my car into your yard and run you down!
He didn’t remember that either, it was his neighbour that told him about it.
Earlier on in the conversation he’d asked which bus I was getting, I told him and he asked what I was going to do when I got to my destination – I told him I was going to the doctors. His response to that was really odd and creeped me out, “oh what’s wrong…wait, no I don’t want to know, it might be something I don’t want to know about and then I might not be interested in you anymore!” Why didn’t I tell him I had a nasty dose of syphillus, AIDS and a bunch of other stuff?
I was stuck with him for what seemed like an age but was probably about twenty minutes. He continued telling me his crazy stories about his past all while swigging from the wine bottle, and complaining about the young girls walking past in short, tight dresses with massively high heeled shoes and sharing that he believed they were probably all prostitutes! “Who goes to a shopping centre dressed like that!” he’d say.
By this time I had my phone in my hand, in case I had to do a runner and call the police. When my bus arrived, I thought I’d gotten away from him but at the last minute he chose the same bus to use so he could sit and tell me more tales of his life. I was really scared by this point, he was beyond the regular bus nutter, this guy had serious problems.
Anyone had a similar experience?
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