What ever happened to Seattle nice?
I was on the bus over the weekend, and I sat in the seats over the wheels that face each other, as opposed to the ones that face forward. It was bright out, so I had my sunglasses on. I should say for this story that they weren’t particularly dark.
I wasn’t really paying attention to anything other than the podcast about the Holy Roman Empire that I was listening to. The guy sitting across from me says, “where are you getting off the bus?”
I assumed he was going to need some help with something and was looking for a recruit. I really didn’t know. “Queen Anne.”
He didn’t say anything for a bit and then angrily said, “take your fucking glasses off. You’re being creepy.”
Now, I’m not damaging my eyes because some coked up (?) jackass on the bus is having a paranoid reaction to me sitting. So I sort of nod my head no, and go back to the podcast. Now guy who is concerned about creepy people on the bus is starting at me intently. And I have to pay him much more attention than I had been. He got off the bus before me and the rest of the section of the bus started laughing at him.
Be nicer, Seattle.