There is a very sweet looking woman of an age which would be most unsuitable friends and acquaintances would be shocked oh my yes we didn't think the old goat still had it and she's probably going to take him to the cleaners the poor fool who rides the bus I take to work on occasion. I do not see her often, as my schedule and hers do not overlap, and I suspect that she works from home a lot nowadays.
Recently she took a seat which was clearly vacant, except that a crazed Marinite schizzo decided that she needed it instead, and what with being clearly insane and unstable, the very sweet looking woman of an age etcetera simply yielded. For which I felt bad. She did not deserve to be booted, and there is something about getting the seat you want which is infinitely pleasing.
No, I have not ever spoken to her.
Did I already mention unsuitable?
That's me in bucket fulls.
I scare people easily.
Be not afraid, little sheep, here you may safely graze.
Or comforting words to that effect.
I am keenly attuned to the possibility that I might creep people out.
That, more than any actual creeping, limits me.
Boundaries, and modulation.
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