Some lady at the bus stop kept looking at me. I think she was checking me out. It was creepy, because a) I'm hardly "checking out" material and b) she was dressed like my aunt (flowery cardigans and clam diggers). I figure she was insane. It's the only way to explain the long, furtive glances.
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your self-deprecation is about as effective as Veronica making that joke to Troy about her flat tire
I noticed they made a lot more of those jokes in Season Two
maybe your fly was down and she just didn't know if she should tell you or not.
Nope. That was my first thought and checked my fly when I got off the bus. It was in the upright and locked position.
she was probably wondering whether or not you were a creepy axe murderer.
sometimes I wonder that about you...
But would you smile at a suspected creepy axe-murderer or mosey on over to where he was standing?
I am re-assured that my friends assume these things about me.
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