So, there's a man who runs a candy stand in our subway station. He's been there for as long as I could remember. For the past month or so, he's waved and smiled whenever he's seen me. I'd wave and smile back. Polite, y'know?
Last week, I purchased a bag of M&Ms from him. He made me take a magazine with a promise to return it the next morning. I...was not thrilled, because...uh, I don't really read magazines, especially not the type they sell in stands. But he was being nice, so all right.
I promptly returned the magazine the next morning. He was pleased. And GAVE ME A CANDY BAR AND A MONTHLY METRO CARD. WHAT?
I was kind of freaked. I mean, how nice of him! Maybe he just wanted to be nice? Maybe? Ugh.
I returned the Metrocard when I back. He explained how I could borrow it on the days I worked since he was there all day anyway and not using it. I supposed that made sense. It wasn't costing him anything. Perhaps he really was being a friendly guy.
Since then, he has regularly forced magazines and the Metrocard on me. He also tries to make me take a candy bar or a beverage, but I've been refusing those. Since I give the magazines back (unread orz), then it wasn't like I was taking a profit from him. Also, the card is unlimited, so it's not costing him anything.
But...he keeps getting friendlier. And it's awkward. And uncomfortable. I kind of feel like a line was crossed today. He actually asked what my plans for the weekend were. (Am I just being weird here?) It would've been more natural if it was, y'know, Friday, but today is Wednesday. Who asks about weekend plans (other than my internship folks, but I don't see them again until next week) so early? It felt like he was trying to set something up. Luckily, I have a packed weekend, which meant it tumbled out of my mouth and yaynofreetime.
Right, so, UNCOMFORTABLE. He might not have any sketchy intentions, but I'm trained as a New Yorker (a young, female one at that) to jump to conclusions and be wary. He's also, uh, middle-aged. And he's been there since I was a little kid. CREEPY. And I don't think he's realized this? I guess? WHY DID HE WANT TO KNOW MY WEEKEND PLANS ON A WEDNESDAY?!
I think I might lie and say I got a new internship that has given me an unlimited Metrocard. This way, I'd have a legit excuse to refuse his. And then, I'd shift it back to the wave and smile return.
He will grant me three wishes for my good behavior.
He wants to marry me off to a son.
I have no idea. SOS.