bus driver opens the door. before the guy gets on he says: "mistress, may i get on your bus and sit down?" i don't hear her respond. possibly she just nods. in the future, i expect she'll answer "no" to this question.
a couple minutes later after someone closest to the front gets off, he switches seats so he has a better view of her. then he says "mistress, do you know what that sound is?" i should add there is no relevant sound. perhaps he could hear her internal scream. she remains unresponsive, likely the wisest choice. optionally she could have answered "the city."
next stop is mine and i get out the back door so i don't have to pass him. probably his third question was "mistress, may i engage you in a non-consensual domination scene?" to which if she replied "no" that would be a form of domination and if she replied "yes", well you know.
the fact he's a guy who goes to my gym whose very presence has always creeped me out, though i'd never technically heard him say anything at all or seen him do anything besides work out, proves that my instincts about creeps are spot on. or at least my instinct about him. non-consensual anything so out.
perfect timing then for the seattle weekly article on nightmare bus experiences which came out today. and by nightmare i mean real.