My shadow

So I was stalking around the bus stop like a badass in a floppy hat, trying to get some exercise in. I sit at a desk every day, so I figure I should get up and take the time to move around when it presents itself. As a result, I take laps around the bus station, which I'm certain looks strange, but in my head, I look like one of the guys from Reservoir Dogs, walking all tough in slow motion. If you're having trouble remembering what that looks like, this should jog your memory.

Anyway, I was just on my little constitutional when I noticed a guy kind of following me but going the opposite direction. This tall, skinny guy in the stripy black shirt.

I'm fine if he wants to walk around too, but as I came around, he'd pop out at me from behind a pillar, from around a corner. Was he trying to scare me? Hoping to walk out of his body, like in the Kurt Vonnegut story? Whatever his motives, it was strange to have someone popping out at me on kind of a regular basis.

In an unrelated note on PDA, the bus is already an adventure in odor without adding your smelly feet to it. And I'm glad my phone has a form-masking cover on it; otherwise, the footrub guy sitting next to me would have assailed me with questions about it, like he did to the poor guy sitting across from him (you can probably see him in the footrub picture) with his brand spankin new touchscreen phone.

As so many of my observations on public transportation point out in the subtext, it frequently pays to be somewhat invisible. If only I could find a way to make these strange people I travel with invisible. And smell better.