Of course...

...the first time I ride the bus when I have my new computer and there really wasnt anything interesting that occurred!  Story of my life!!

So I am not sure if I have told the story of my morning bus route and Mark so I can share that with you all :)

My morning bus is usually pretty normal as it doesnt come from downtown proper.  It is filled with normal, office employees and is usually far from scary/exciting.  However, when I started going into work early, I encountered Mark.  Now, let me start with the basics:

1. He clearly has a mental disorder...which one, I cannot put my finger on
2. He always is wearing a reflective vest
3. He walks like a weeble
4. He smells like tuna fish and pee

He gets on the bus every day and walks down the aisles either saying Hi to the people he knows or trying to introduce himself.  I get on the bus at 6:54...I dont like talking to people on my afternoon bus, let alone first thing in the morning, however, I really dont want to be rude to him (see point 1).  I have been willing him to not talk to me and doing things like sitting next to people (which, I am sure you know I dont like to do either), keeping my earphones in, etc.  Well, the other day my luck ran out.  He was standing right next to me and asked, "what's your name".  Writing that out does not due it justice...next time you see me please ask me to imitate Mark's voice.

I am a smart girl and really do not feel like sharing my name with bus folks regardless of their mental state, but I also dont want fellow passengers to think I am such a bitch...I start to panic and then reply, "Beth".  He asks for my middle name...I reply, "Anne"...he then goes for the last name to which I reply "Gerhart".  Thank goodness for my bestie Beth as I know she wont be mad :)  He then wants to shake hands.  Dude, I do not touch anything on the bus and please refer to point 4 plus its cold season...no dice Mark, that is where I draw the line!

Last week, Mark got on the bus and said "Hi Elizabeth" to which I can only giggle to myself (love you Beth!) and then says, "Shake".  I am sorry, but regardless of your mental state, I will not be talked to like I am a K9...pass!!!  He has done that a couple of times and I never shake his hand and he is starting to not talk to me (a small tear falls).

Ok...gotta run, I got the Nordstrom catalog and Cooking Light magazine in the mail today.  For those that know me, you know how lucky you are to even get a blog :)