At one of the transfer points, this tall, pudgy African-American guy in his 40's or so walks over to me and points at his hat (which has an American flag patch on it).
"I wear this flag on my /hat/!" he barks out, loud enough to be heard down the block. "I wear it with pride! I wear it wherever I want, 'cause I'm an /American/! I was in the fuckin' Marine corps!"
"That's nice," I say with a smile. "My younger brother is an Airborne Ranger..."
Brief conversation on military service. I turn back to the bus schedule, to see when my bus will arrive...and I feel a hand on my shoulder and hear, "So...what's you name, honey-child? You married? Seeing anyone? 'cause I think we could really make a connection." Turn around...and there's the same guy.
I managed to laugh it off and he went away, but... this is why I prefer my car to public transit!! :)