On the subway train this morning, there was a motorized cart that looked like a motorcycle or scooter. I was admiring it and didn’t notice the passengers around me when I sat down. My seat was 90 degrees to another seat. Think of the letter “L”. I was on the bottom of the L and the other seat was on the side of the “L” So I sat facing “north” and the other passenger who sat in front of me faced “east”. It was a man who was quite disheveled, with somewhat dirty clothes and the smell of whiskey.
He turned to face me and extended his hand to shake mine. His hand poked out of a rumpled jacket. I shook his hand and noticed he had a firm handshake. He leaned over and asked if I was from Korea. I told him I’m from Toronto. He then asked if I knew (insert Korean name) who was a Tae Kwan Do master. I said no. He leaned towards me and put his hand on my forearm. Aside from him being filthy I didn’t sense any danger. The subway car was not packed but there were a lot of people. He then shook my hand again and thanked me for not breaking his neck.
Then he got a bottle of whiskey out and offered it to me. I politely decline. He started talking about something before launching into a song. When the next stop came, I got up and told him this was my stop. Just as the train came to a stop, I heard him shouting to someone “What the f* are you staring at?”.
At the platform, I took out a sanitary wipe from my knapsack and cleaned my hands and forearms. I was on my way to see a doctor for an eye infection and didn’t want to accidentally scratch my eye.
I think when people see my big head, they must think I’m very approachable. But my big head has not charmed any handsome, athletic, cute guys.