Wherein Bry takes the train now.

Last night I was walking from the max stop to AM's, it was about 8:30pm. A man approached me.

I saw this man get off the max at the same time, and I also noticed he had been staring at me on the train. I was waiting at the crosswalk when he came up next to me.

He was a tiny little nub, kinda drunk and weighed down by two heavy coats.

"Hello lovely."

"Uh. Hi."

"What's your name?"

"Sarah."

"I'm Peter." Peter tries to shake my hand, I pretend I'm looking at traffic.

"You work today?"

I nod.

"You have a man."

I nod.

"How long you've been with your boyfriend?"

"I'm married."

"How long?"

"10 years."

"You have babies?"

I nod.

Then the crosswalk signals to walk.

I scurry away. Peter follows.

"It was nice to meet you."

Then Peter tries to hug me. He leans in and puts his arms around me. I keep walking.

Turns out that the walking rejection hug is the most awkward hug ever. Too bad I wasted it on a crazy stranger.

My favorite part of this story is that I felt that a pretend husband and children was going to somehow protect me. The entire time, I had my hand in my bag, adjusting my grip on my knitting needle.

My max dismounts need some work. Today I got off the train with my fly unzipped.

"Hey. XYZ," a girl called.

Yikes.