Just One of Those Faces

I love taking public transit. Aside from sitting in gum and being sandwiched between sweaty, creepy dudes, you do meet all kinds of people. People who talk to you, people who talk to themselves. Loud people. Quiet people. Scary people. People who need to shower. People trying to sell stuff. Needless to say, you run into strangers all the time. And they do some weird stuff. Once a guy was selling bootleg DVDs out of a duffle bag. Usually, I get asked questions. They ask me for the time. I get asked if I know when the bus is coming. Not so abnormal. Most often, and most peculiarly, I get asked for cigarettes. Almost everywhere I go, it happens. People have even asked me for weed. I have no idea why. I guess I just have the appearance of a stoner. Do people just see me and think, "He looks like he lights up regularly,"? The strangest part is that when I tell them "No," they don't ask anyone else. Apparently I am the sole source of smokes for bus patrons.