Some people are bred for culture, you sir were not.

What is it with the people you meet on public transportation?

I spent a fabulous day with my sister about two weeks ago. We shopped, she bought me new shoes and a coffee. It was pretty awesome.

But as we are getting ready to leave the West County Mall, we meet these two "characters" who are sitting outside debating anime superpowers. Awesome. This girl is going on and on about how awesome it would be to have total mind control over paper. WTF? Paper? That is the power you would pick?

Not to mention they decided they needed to start butting into the conversation I was having with my sister. We were discussing the upcoming premiere of Boondock Saints Two. And aforementioned bus stop girl starts saying that Boondock Saints was not a good movie. "Oh no you di'nt!!" My sister is BAM on the defensive. She starts telling bus stop girl about a friends english thesis, the topic of which was that there is no question that can be asked that cannot be answered by a quote from Boondock Saints. And bus stop girls says "why am I so unloved?"

Me, only having seen Boondock Saints once, asked my sister if "take a look in the mirror" is ever said in the movie. Alas, it is not. But out comes my sister with "because I can't buy a pack of smokes in this town without running into 9 guys you fucked!" BAM.

This all went down before we even got on the bus. And they these two people were having some serious verbal sex across the aisle from us. And then this creeptastic guy starts going on and on about his ex-wife. WHAT? Who married you Mr. Anime? You slightly remind me of Booger from Revenge of the Nerds, only Booger was lovable, and you're just disgusting. Not to mention, telling a girl you just met at a bus stop that you are apparently king of the loveless marriage is not a good way to get a number. It took everything I had not to cuff this guy upside his greasy unshaven face.

So, if you, Mr and Mrs Bust Stop Anime Freakbags somehow have managed to find my blog, heed my advice: Take a shower, shave, deodorize, mouthwash. And please please please, 1980 called, please return the shoulder pads. I don't say this out of hatred or coldheartedness, but really, you are eye pollution. I have the interests of the world in mind.