A fool and his money are soon parted.

Yesterday, after my gym workout, I walked to the bus stop outside of the gym and waited according for the 25 upper Wentworth bus to come down the road and pick me up.

It came alright. And it went. Zoomed right by; didn’t even slow down for me; didn’t pick me up. It wasn’t even full! What a jackass.

So then, I walked another block and waited accordingly for the 21 upper Fennel bus to come down the street and pick me up. They both go to the same location, so it’s not a big loss. What pissed me off the most is that it was Sunday. And on Sundays the buses run once every 30 minutes, opposed to the regular week schedule of 15 minutes.

So I waited.

Once on the bus, I took my seat. Look around the bus and observed the people, like always. After a few more stops went by, a man got on the bus. Medium build, average height, brown hair, dressed fairy wealthy. He seemed pretty normal to me, except he held a hundred dollar bill on his nose. It was positioned like those nasal strips for snoring that they sell, right across the nose. He was smelling it! He was rubbing it all over his face!

This didn’t last for a few seconds, oh no. He put the hundred back in his black computer bag case and proceeded to take out a fifty dollar bill, and did the same ritual.

And then with an American hundred, fifty, and two Canadian five dollar bills.

So I thought to myself, this man has got a money fetish in more then one way. Seriously though, this man probably sleeps with money and continuously rubs himself with it all day long. And so, he did this for the whole 25 minute ride downtown. Five minutes before we arrived he reached into his bag and pulled out stacks upon stacks of hundred dollar bills. He must have had at least twenty thousands dollars in his bag.

Was it counterfeit? Most likely. He did seem awfully suspicious to flaunt that much money around, especially on a city bus, where anyone could ring the bell and grab it from his hands and walk off the bus before he had time to react to the situation. Another girl and I were both watching him, and we kept smirking at his insanity and creepiness for money.

I told my coworkers the story and we all shivered in disgust, because we’re cashiers and we handle money all day. Now we all have this mental image that we’re touching this man’s face money and rubbing multiple items before being able to wash our hands.

How disgusting!