He was fine though. The Wednesday driver is always late for some reason.
Sitting on the bus looking out the window a young man behind me asks for the time. I told him. A little later he's demanding my attention yelling "Ma'am, ma'am".
I said "I don't want to talk". Something was pulling my hair so I shifted. I'm not saying it was him but I had to yank my ponytail free.
He got off at the next stop. I didn't have any more trouble with my hair. I couldn't find anything it would have gotten caught on, either.
So I will be putting it up on the bus from now on.
Edit, I examined my ponytail when I got off the bus and it is about 3 inches shorter.
I will be putting my hair up when I ride the bus, now.
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