My stalker

I don't think that I have previously mentioned my stalker.

The dangers of public transportation:

• Missing your transportion and getting stranded
• Catching your transportation as planned and getting stuck with icky people for the whole ride

I define icky people as:

• People who physically invade your space
• People who won't shut up
• People who smell like 12 kinds of ass
• People with diseases that they feel no compulsion to avoid spreading to you by sneezing and couging on everything within a radius of 20 feet
• Stalkers

I suppose he doesn't technically qualify as a stalker, but he shows great promise. I base this statement on the following quotes:

• "I want to get to know you better."
• "Do you have time for coffee?"
• "Where do you live?"
• "Are you single?"
• "What trains do you take every day?"
• "Are you married?"

Worrisome, no? And this is after exactly one conversation, during which I repeatedly tried to politely shut him up by returning to my beaten-up copy of Good Omens, by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. Not only did he not take the hint, he asked what the book was about. Try explaining a sci-fi fantasy good-versus-evil Pythonesque apocolyptic novel to a guy who does not get the sci-fi fantasy good-versus-evil Pythonesque apocolyptic genre, and you will find yourself pulling your hair out.

Needless to say, I know which trains he takes, and I no longer take them.