This was during the dead of winter and I was waiting for the F train at 169th. Of all days to have my headphones break, I traveled in silence. From the corner of my eye, an Indian guy was slowly and inconspicuously ‘scooting’ his way until he was next to me. Um heard of a little something called personal space?

He asked me what time it was as the LAMEST pick up line because there was a HUGE clock right on top of me. Why I decided not to be a smart ass about it, I’ll never know. So I told him said time and he introduced himself. I forgot his name but he asked for mine. I called myself Audrey for the day (that’s a lie). So he kept on talking to me and asked how old I was.

I said I was 19. I was 22 in real life. I then proceeded to tell him I was married.

He had the audacity to ask if I was pregnant! What, a person can’t get married at 19 without being pregnant?! What an ass. I should’ve mouthed off at him but he was nice enough to say “Train’s coming” and walked away.

I should’ve stuck with the smart ass comments.

–submitted by H.V–

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