So first of, thank you to all who have been reading the blog and leaving comments here and on my facebook. I am slowly bringing you all into the wonderful world of people watching. By the way, to answer some questions: I work in Philly...Street View of where I work! If you click on this you can see what I see and where I walk by everyday. Ok so as I made my way to the train again I was having a kinda of a bummy day. I was tired cause I didn't get as much sleep the night before and my mind was completely fried from staring at a computer the entire day. Well, I got to the train station and proceeded to get on the train. I normally stand instead of sitting down next to people just because I prefer not to get that close to a complete stranger. Don't judge me, I just wanna keep from having those awkward rub of the elbows, or touch of the knees, or sudden eye contact, or catching me looking at what they are texting to someone. Understand? Ok, good! Anyways, as I stood there I noticed the man standing across from me. He was a short latino wearing what seemed to be a work uniform(dark blue button down shirt with a name tag that read Carlos, dark blue pants, and dirty black workboots), he also was wearing gloves (which for the most part would creep me out because gloves always remind me of the killers movies who don't wanna leave finger prints). One weird thing that I noticed was that on his left arm he had the letters E and D tattooed. In my head I thought to myself, "That is the worst tattoo job ever. It looks like something a guy in jail would do." Little did I know at that point that my thoughts would be right! Call me paranoid but as I kept staring at the letters I realized that those are the same letters of my name. I was like: Is he my stalker? I must admit, I kinda have always wanted to have a stalker just to say I have someone obsessed with me, but I never thought my stalker would look like him. So as I thought about this, he began to mumble to himself. I could not understand a single word of what he was saying. I prentended to be in my own little world and closed my eyes as if I were sleeping. First wrong move: I guess I gave him time to size me up because when I opened my eyes, guess who was staring at me?! Yes, my stalker! He gave me a creepy smile (he did have all his teeth) and said: "What's your name?" To all you readers out there, never give your real name to strangers. So what did I do? I said Ed Gonzalez. Holy crap I could not believe I had just given him my real name. The stalker got real happy cause he realized I was latino too. Then he proceeded to take off one of his killer gloves and extend his hand out at me as he said: My name is Carlos. Readers, never touch a strangers hand. I, however, did the total opposite and shook his hand. By this time, the stalker was smiling from ear to ear. He started to tell me that he was checking me out cause he thought I looked good and all "educated" with my coat. I proceeded to reveal more personal information about myself, like: where I worked, till when I was going to be working there, and even at what time I usually get out. I know I know, I was setting myself up to be raped and murder and it was all my doing. But it gets better, he then decides to tell me that he was in prison for 20 years and had just gotten out a year ago. Hold up, did he say prison? That explains the crappy E and D tattoo. Wait, did he say 20 years? Only really crazy murderers get that much time in prison. Oh holy crap, I had just made contact with a killer. You would think that I had gotten the hint by that time that I should stop giving information out to this stalker. I proved myself wrong. He asked me where I lived. What did I say? The exact city where I live and what landmarks where around there. So now I was pretty much telling this stalker: Come find me, I want you to kill me! Turns out he had once lived two streets away from where I now live and so he will not have a problem finding my house! All of a sudden he stared at me and stopped talking. He put his glove back on, picked up his back pack, and got ready to get off at the next stop. Ohhhh I was so relieved. He was getting off the train!!! I was singing songs of praise in my head by this time. We got to his stop and as he walked out, he stared back at me and asked: "Are you on facebook?" And what did I say, "YES!!!"....Am I stupid?!!! As the doors began to close, I heard him yell back at me: "I will find you Ed Gonzalez!"....I froze and thought to myself: You deserve to die! So my readers, what is the point of this story...you should always people watch, from a SAFE distance!
(P.S. I took this picture this morning and I need your help, what is that next to the pole?)
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