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The Bus part 3.

If you know me, you know I take the bus to get around the lovely city of Vancouver. Random, weird and strange things happen to me all the time. Today was one of those days where I needed an adult.

I got smelled by a guy.

Not once, but three times and I’m not even sure where to being with this. From the beginning I suppose!

It was a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon and I had spent the early afternoon exploring Italian day on the drive. I knew it would be sunny outside, so of course I had put on sunscreen before leaving the house. I’m a redhead, next to eating and drinking, sunscreen is apart of my life.

Anyway, it was time to head home. I had just gotten off the skytrain and was waiting to cross the street to wait for my bus.
Enter male redhead and the following conversation went down.

Oh my god, can you believe this weather?! Its so sunny and hot out! -Random guy
Yeah its pretty beautiful out! -Me
How do you not have a sunburn? I have a couple of sun burns now and you are just, NOTHING! How do you do it?
Well, sunscreen my friend.
Yeah but doesn’t it have like a bunch of chemicals in it?
Well, I’ll take chemicals over looking like a lobster in an hour or a leather shoe when I’m older.
Ahah your right! But like so many sunscreens have chemicals in them! Do you use coconut oil? I hear its like a SPF 6, but don’t you think you would burn with it on because its like, an oil?
No I use a sunscreen by La Roche Posay and it is about 30$ a bottle.

This is where the guy proceeds to smell me.
THE GUY FULL ON SMELLED ME.
From my wrist up to my bicep.

But you don’t even smell like sunscreen! Like at all.

He then proceeded to smell me TWO MORE TIMES! Saying I don’t smell at all.

He then went on to tell me that when he’s working he drinks a 4L jug of water with those MIO water flavors because “Electrolytes are the shit!”. He also wears a hat at work, “You know the ones that the guys from Aladdin wear, with the thing on the back? Yeah I wear one of those”. He also keeps his beard because he never gets a sunburn on his face. Well except his nose.

This guy then takes off his shirt* and says “I use to wax but I would always get a sunburn, so I’m just natural now”. He then goes off to tell me about his ex-girlfriend who would hug anyone at wreck beach, she got into a lot of drugs and that he hasn’t heard from her in a while. He hates this whole Netflix and Chill because he’s a guy who just wants to watch a movie and snuggle. He loves putting KD cheese powder on the giant bags of popcorn from Superstore and just watching movies.

I’m thinking to myself, “Where is the bus? Oh look the bus! Yes I’m closer to home and away from this guy!”

Clearly this guy was thinking the same thing because he asked if it was alright if he got my number, unless I had a boyfriend.

If you know me, I always say I have a boyfriend when someone asks for my number. So of course I said yes I do, but its new.

He asked if he could still have it, since it was just a new relationship because “You never know what could happen with new relationships”. I politely declined he said that was cool. We fist bumped, he said he was going to walk home to even out his tan and I got on the bus.

All the best!

*He never put back on his shirt.

Transit

The Bus part 2.

I take Transit everywhere, it’s how I get around. However, it seems like I’m an open target for crazy when I’m outside by myself.

Flash back to a few years ago, I was waiting for the bus near my house to go to a party.
A very intoxicated man sat on the bus stop across the street, notices me and proceeds to walk across a busy street, without using the cross walk to come over and say “Hi”. Now because this is the bus stop I use all the time, I tend to actually talk to people. It seems like the nice neighborly thing to do. However, I realize this man is very tipsy and is doing a bad job of hitting on me.  He decides where I was going that night, he’s going come too and show me a good time! He managed to say “Screw the crew, I’mmagoin to hang out with youuu!”

All I can think is “where the fuck is the bus?” well keeping a safe distance from this stranger.

I remember telling him that was not necessary and what would his crew think when he didn’t show up to wherever he was going? He seemed very satisfied with that answer and wandered away.

All I could think was “thank the heaven’s he left me alone! But really, where the fuck is the bus!?”

Across the street at the other bus stop going in the other direction, sat a man.

Taking a poo.

I kid you not, pants around ankles, squatting, doing his man business, in a bus shelter.  Now this is not the first time I’ve seen a person taking a poo at a bus stop, Thanks buses going down Hastings, but it is the first time I’ve seen it in my neighborhood.

Fun fact: Same tipsy guy from earlier.

Turns out he needed to poo and didn’t want to be rude and poo next to me. Chivalry at its finest I tell you!

Finally the bus shows up well this guy his doing his thing at the other bus, and I’ve never gotten on a bus so fast in my life. I looked out the window to see the man standing and struggling to put on his pants, yelling at the bus driver to wait. I could have sworn the bus driver said “Fuck that” under his breath as he closed the doors and drove away.

Needless to say I was late to the party but I had a very interesting reason to why!
Now not every transit related story is awful and cringe worthy, like this one.

I got the chance to work the Gluten-Free Expo thing through work with my co-worker Shayla. I was standing outside of Canada place waiting for Shayla to show up when this exchange took place.

A guy walked past me, glances over and trips over his two feet. He then says “Holy fucking shit, beautiful”. He looked super embarrassed as this took place right in front of me, so I said “Good morning” in the nicest

-I-just-saw-all-of-that-but-its-OK-it-was-cute-

kind of way. This guy then walked away, comes back and says “Sorry, I saw you almost tripped and forgot what direction I was going” and left.

So not every time I take the bus I need an adult, but lets face it, I need an adult when I go outside.

Transit

Kindness.

Kindness.

When you take public transport you see a lot of weird, questionable and crazy things. With that said you also see a lot of really great things. Vancouver is a hard place to meet people and make friends but I find it is a very friendly city full of really kind people.

Just last week I was waiting to take the bus home when I noticed two women chatting. From the looks of it, it appeared to be two old friends catching up after a long day. One woman was sharing her frozen cherries and asking her if she wanted her unopened smoothie drink. Although, after listing to the conversation they were two strangers who had shared a love for frozen cherries. The one woman was kind enough to share her food and drink with someone she didn’t know, simply because she wanted to.
The bus came and everyone got on, the two women said goodbye to each other and took different seats. The one woman who was sharing her food didn’t end up bringing a bag big enough for all of her items and things kept falling to the floor. A nice young man pointed out she dropped something and handed it back to her. After a few moments, she had dropped her bag of frozen cherries. She then picked up every last frozen cherry she dropped and took her seat again. Another older Asian woman had taken out a plastic bag from her purse and handed it to her.

When your car breaks down on a busy street, it’s never a good thing. Especially if it’s on Burrard St and Dunsmuir St, at 5:00pm on a Friday and you’re an older women of about 70 years old.
Many people walked past her car parked in the cross walk, on the corner, but also in the bus lane. After about 5 minutes a man came and asked if she needed help. She did, her car stopped working and she didn’t know what to do. This man then got her to put her car in neutral, and began pushing the car up the street to Melville St and out of the traffic. Three other men came to help this guy out in pushing the car up and out-of-the-way.

I see small acts of kindness and large ones all over the city. Like the many people who give up their seat on the bus or train to someone in need or that small child who wants to look out the window. Or the person who picks up a dropped shoe for a mom instead of walking over it. Holding open a door for someone simply because you can.

Vancouver is a great place to live and it has its moments of crazy on public transport but its reasons like these that I actually enjoy taking the bus.

All the best,
Bailey B.

Transit

The Bus.

As I posted last Monday about my lovely ride to work let me tell you about past encounters with some lovely transit folk on the bus. As a result of some of these, it’s part of the reason I tend to avoid the bus after dark, or whenever I can when I’m by myself. These have actually happened to me over the last 7 years of Living in Vancouver. I couldn’t make these up if I tried.

One time I was waiting for the 250 horseshoe bay bus to get to Park Royal, where I was working at the time, in downtown Vancouver. Now if you have ever visited downtown Vancouver, you would know its very business dress for a weekday. So it’s about 7:45 in the morning, people are moving about and I’m engrossed in my phone so I’m not paying attention to the world around me. I did notice a guy sit down right next to me on the bench and use the seat to his right for his gym bag. He was wearing blue sweatpants. I think nothing other than “You ass hat, someone else could sit there, does your bag really need that seat?” Not thinking “Why is this guy wearing sweatpants in downtown Vancouver on a weekday?” instead. I went back to my phone, shortly after this man sat down. Not even a minute later this girl came over and said to me “You want to stand over with me”.

Turns out the ass hat had started masturbating right next to me at the bus stop.

Probably the reason he was wearing sweatpants, easy access and cover up. I’m still really grossed out that had happened but so glad I didn’t see anything, thank the holy heavens, and that random girl was there to be my hero.

There was that one time I got told my boobs were offensively large and they should be covered up. Now if you know me, I try to NOT have my ladies hanging out. But the icing on the cake was that this came from a lady not wearing a bra, in a very gross and dirty top that left NOTHING to the imagination.

Then there was that time I was going to take the bus to a friend’s place. Well waiting for my bus to show up I somehow managed to get hit on and see a guy take a poop on a bench. Fun fact: Same guy.

Or there was the time that I got called out for being a devil worshiper because I chose to be a redhead. Being a natural redhead, this happens more often than I like to care for. Although this story is the reason one of my good friends and I have the nicknames Spawn and Witness. But I’ll get into that on another day because that needs to be its own post.

Now mind you this is just what has happened to me on the bus, never mind whats happened on the skytrain.

All the best,
Bailey B.

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Well, it was Monday after all.

Its becoming clear to me that public transportation and myself don’t mix.

Lets take this mornings ride to work.

I’ve managed to make it off the skytrain and am now on my walk to work. A group of people, myself included, where waiting to cross a busy street. Hooray cross walks!

Enter crazy guy.

He starts yelling at two guys in front of us to move, cross the street, NOW! When you clearly can’t because well, cars. The crazy guy then starts calling them and I will quote him here “Police perverts”. Then goes on how they need to get out of his way and cross the street. Mind you the light hasn’t changed and you can’t cross the street. Again because cars. It seems that no one is going to say anything, so I spoke up. I told him to leave these two alone, which looking back I can see why everyone else didn’t. He goes on to say and I quote “looking is not seeing”. Then goes on rant how I need to really see people for what they are.

Well I’m sorry sir, but I see that you are crazy. I didn’t need to look more into that.

Light changes, everyone crosses and the crazy guy continues to go on how looking is not seeing and people should just keep their mouth shut this early in the morning.

All I can say is, Thank the heavenly gods for good strong coffee.

I would love to tell you this is a once in a blue moon occurrence for me, but alas, this happens more often than I’d like to admit. I’m almost certain that the color of my hair is the reason for such crazy adventures with transit. But I’ll let you be the judge of that.

All the best,
Bailey B.