I used to take the city bus to school every morning when I was 18. At the time I had a purple crew cut and wore black leather everything. Every morning a very conservative looking guy in his early 20's, dressed in flannels covered in paint and wood chips, would glare at me like I was the antichrist. He would stare and glare. I was so uncomfortable. The last day I ever saw him on that bus, right as he was getting out, he bolted back towards me, handed me a tiny scrap of paper with his phone number on it, and darted out without looking back. I was so surprised. I never called it, but I wonder now what would have happened if I did. I look at people different from me a lot differently now, 23 years later.