Paranoia

Golly gee have I got the most awesomest story to tell ya'll.

It happened last Monday when I was on my way home after work. I got on a bus and spot an empty seat. I go sit in it. I notice the guy who was occupying the other half of the seat eyeing me suspiciously. He was looking particularly at my pant pocket, where the top bit of my mp3 player was sticking out in it's black leather case. So anyway, I sit down, and pull out my phone as I had received a message a bit earlier. At this I notice the guy getting a bit jumpy, as if I were a terrorist or something. I mean, I wasn't even particularly raggedy that day. I wore actual office clothing, instead of the regular jeans and t-shirt regimen I follow. Fitted with a slick light blue shirt and swishy grey pants, if I were a terrorist, I was dressed to kill.(:P)

So I put my phone back in my pocket and start fiddling with my earphone wires to get them out of my shirt and into my ears. I stop halfway and pull out aforementioned mp3 player. I flick the magnetic clasp thingy on the casing to open it, making a noticeable "click" noise and lo and behold! Mr. Awareness nearly shouts something like "Adough" and grabs my arm.

Thankfully he didn't yell too loud, so only a few people look back and stare at me with a small black box and a wire leading out of it in my hands, and the other guy still having a grip on my arm.

After the initial hoo-haa of explaining what the wired box was, and much holding up my hand, we had an awkward conversation about bombs being everywhere.

Yet another reason I hate buses.