TOW I almost got slapped

That pretty young thing (PYT) which meets me everyday in the bus-stop smiled at me today. We got talking, one thing led to another and ... baaam... there comes my bus. We sit next to each other and continue the topic we were talking on.

PYT: DO you like silica?

Me: Errr... (all confused) well.. yes.

me thinking: May me she is too forward. These phoreeners can talk about anything. All this is very new to me. May be its no big deal to talk about silica the first time you meet some-one. May be....(censor board intervenes)

PYT: You know, actually they are good. Built for performance. Thats why they are being sold like hot cakes.

me: Hot, I agree. But cake? I dont mind calling it cake.

PYT: they are quite small actually. Not as big as they appear to be.

Me: Small? I thought you get them in any size. I have seen pretty huge ones before.

PYT: (confused) what do you mean sizes?... Oh I got it, they actually come in only 2  sizes.  coupes and sedans.

ME: Errr.... (is she crazy, first she calls them cake, now cars, what all does she compare "those" to? )

PYT: You know, I have silica. The smaller one.

Me: (about to faint, don't know what to say. Be good to others, said HE) Oh thats nice.

PYT: (confused). Since I don't find parking by the time I reach office, I prefer the bus.

This is when it clicked me, we were continuing the talk we had started about before boarding the bus. Cars.

BTW She was talking about this.

I was talking about... you know what.

ME: My stop. I need to get down.
PYT: but you get down 2 stops later everyday.
ME: mumbling something under my breath

Note 1 to self: Concentrate on the topic. Don't get diverted however hot they might be.

Note 2 to self: from tomorrow, take the earlier bus. She might have figured out what you were talking about.

At home

For a week now I have been taking the public transport to work, bus to be specific. Its more like our busses back home.  All the people who travel in the 0821 route 'A' are regulars. There was some uncertainity in the bus the first day. But now I am a regular too. Now the driver knows me by my first name. He wishes wishes me every morning, and I do too. There is this guy who comes with his seeing dog. He gets to know when I get in the bus and smiles at me. The dog wags its tail near the door. There is this sweet lady who keeps me a seat. Sadly she gets down at the next stop ;)

The people here try to make me feel comfortable. There is a couple who wish me 'na-mas-tey'. The icing on the cake was when this African American wished me 'namaskara'. He said 'Have a nice day' in Tamil.

I feel at home in the bus. This gives me a nice start for the day.