Meh, while I hate being next to smelly people (autistic or otherwise) I think I'd rather have one of them then what I get. Every time I ride the bus, a crazy person sits next to me. Most frequently, a woman that appears to be in her mid 60s, yells for me to let her sit down (I tend to sit my bookpack next to me when there are enough empty seats for me to do so without looking like a b*tch), and then boxes me in (she won't wait for me to get up and give HER the window seat) so that I feel like a trapped animal. Keep in mind that there are ALWAYS empty seats avaliable and she INSISTS on sitting with me. On the rare occasion that someone is sitting with me, she asks the person to move, the person will refuse, and she will walk up and down the isles until we get to her stop.
When she sits with me she mutters to herself and takes her necklace and tosses it in groups of three. Sometimes she yells. About a third of the time she launches into a tirade about how someone on the bus has stolen her glove. She is always wearing a single glove when she gets on the bus, and suddenly notices that one is missing and will accuse us of stealing it from her.
There is a guy that sat next to me recently (last empty seat on the bus). He got on and immediately started laughing and yelling about how "they" weren't going to catch him because he tricked them by getting on the bus. He startes rummaging through his duffle bag, and there is a gun in there. He grabs a face towel out of the bag and wipes his face. Mutters to himself. Rocks back and forth and talks more about "them". After a while of doing that, he puts the facetowel back in his bag and pulls something sharp out of his pocket...starts stabbing himself in the hand while ranting about what he was going to do to "them". Bleeds all over the place.
I don't like the bus.
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