Fun With Strangers on a Bus

I have no idea who this man is.

Naturally, on the last half of a train trip from Paris (which, incidentally was on a bus) a stranger was sitting next to me. He was polite and funny but obviously tired. As we started driving, he started nodding off and suddenly he fell asleep on my shoulder. He woke up once and begged my pardon, but then shortly thereafter he was asleep again.


He wasn't weird or creepy so I didn't say anything about it. But when I realized that he was out cold, I came up with a wicked plan. This poor fellow had no clue who he was sitting next to...

I began posing for photos with him. Here's the story of me and my new friend and ALL the good times we had!! Seriously. ALL of them because we only met, like, 6 hours ago.


Here is my new friend and me, straight thuggin' like we do in the 502 (or in the +33)

And here is me joking around saying "Come with me if you want to live."

Oh and here's the time I got hungry and ate my friends head!

My friend and me, with my awesome new mustache and goatee. (Drawn on with an eyeliner I had in my purse. THAT'S HOW OUT COLD THIS GUY WAS. I got into my purse, drew a MUSTACHE and a GOATEE, took a photo and wiped the mustache off and he *still* didn't wake up).

And then we went our separate ways. But man, we had some good times...what's-his-face and I.