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This morning's commute was a challenge.

First, my bus nearly missed my stop. It was flying down the road (way over the speed limit) when I realized it wasn't slowing down for the stop. So I started waving for it and chasing it down as it sped by and eventually slowed down.

While I do approve of morning exercise, that is not what I have in mind.

When I got to the train station, the platform was totally packed. You could hear the constant wows and ughs from people coming down the escalator.

And of course each train that came to our station was also totally packed because it had two previous stops at likely equally packed stations before ours. It took me about 30 minutes to finally squeeze onto a train. (And rudely take a handicapped seat because my knee STILL hurts, but just on stairs and standing on buses and trains these days.)

The train I was on was so cold I could see my breath. My fingers were cold and numb. It was actually warmer OUTSIDE than it was in that train. But I was afraid if I got out, I wouldn't be able to catch another train for 30 minutes. I endured the cold and got to work only 30 minutes late.

Everyone kept stopping by to ask me why I was shivering and blue. I wasn't able to sit down and start some real work until I made a cup of hot tea and defrosted myself with it.

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Ugh. I hate guys that just don't get the hint. Creepy creepy men that need to go die or something.

I was standing at the bus stop this evening reading a book while I waited. A guy came over and says, "I like your socks."

I thanked him quickly and went back to my book. I wear awesome socks so I get that sort of thing a lot.

Then he said, "I like your glasses."

I thanked him again, this time warily, and tried to bury myself further in my book.

Then he said, "I like your hair."

I did not answer him at that point. He had firmly stepped over the line into creepy land. I tried to look very focused on my book.

He asked, "Is that a good book?"

I made an affirmative grunt without looking up.

He continued, "That's a pretty bookmark."

I impulsively grabbed the bookmark and hid it under the next page.

Then he said, "I like your ring."

To this I responded, "Thanks, it's my WEDDING ring." and went back to my book.

Then he finally got the hint! He went, "Oh," and stopped talking to me for the rest of the time.

Why do guys never pick up on "LEAVE ME ALONE!" body language? I was definitely making it clear I didn't want to talk to him! What a creepy creepy weirdo!