Bad Social Worker

Yep. It's now official. Why, you might ask??? Because I hate bums. I really do. Although this could be a case of people hating what they fear, but still. I had to do the whole public transport by myself. I rode Caltrain to SanFran and then walked from the station to Market Street. I was a little on edge the whole way and a couple of maybe-bums tried to talk to me. Then, after successfully purchasing tickets for a show (while trying to hide the fact that I was walking around using my GPS), I wanted to go down to the wharf. I am terrible at reading bus schedules (Brittney and Emily can attest to that) and so I asked some people waiting at a stop. They turned out to be some Europeans, but this guy sitting on the bench kindly offered to help. Why am I so trusting...still? He told me to ride the F line and that I needed 2 dollars cash. I stupidly did not bring cash. So, he directed me to an ATM. I thanked him profusely, to which he said, "now, you're going to help me out, right?" Oh, I see. You're one of THOSE. Then, I really looked at him and it was totally obvious, from his shifty walk to his blackened partial teeth. NOoooooo!!!! So, I said, "Sure, I guess I can pay for your bus ticket." Well, after I got my money, I gave him $2. He looks at me and says,"I need five dollars." I don't know how or why, but I mustered up the gumption to say, "Well, I can't afford five."

"I'll give you this two back and you give me five," forcefully moving in on me.

Then, I surprised myself again and talk-yelled, "Well, I Can't Afford It!" and ran away without looking back. Hahahahaha! It's sad how terrified I was that he would follow me and beat me up or something. But, there is a happy ending. I got on the bus, talked with some Irish people, and made it to the wharf where I met Emily and her family. Phew! I hope I never talk to a bum again.

This post is dedicated to my eternal roommate, Jency.