"Hey! Are you 21?"

It is 7:15 on a Wednesday morning, and I am waiting for my bus to go to work. I see two ladies in shorts, walking down the street, getting wet from the rain. They enter the local corner market, and I quickly forget about them.

About five minutes later, I hear a loud female voice behind me, "Hey!" I turn and look, pulling down the wet hood covering part of my face. "Are you 21?" It was the two young twenty-somethings wearing shorts in the rain.

I laughed out loud because I knew exactly where this conversation was headed. "Yes," I replied.

"Will you buy us beer?"

"Are you 21?" I ask.

"Yeah, but the stupid guy in there won't let us buy it."

"Why not?"

She pulls out a photocopy of her supposed drivers license, clearly looking suspicious.

"Where is the original?" I ask with a smile on my face.

The two girls eye each other and respond, "I dunno," and smile at me.

"Well, my bus is coming right now," pointing up the street, "and even if I had the time, I wouldn't buy it since I don't know you, ladies."

They responded, "You're a dick," and proceeded to cross the street.

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On our way downtown on the MAX coming from Beaverton, my wife, sister, and I encountered a strange couple. The man was obviously drunk or high, and the woman was so intoxicated or strung out that she was practically passed out or asleep. It was fairly crowded, and they sat down next to people who were clearly uncomfortable.

The wasted couple began making out and groping each other. Massively inappropriate. The dude next to them didn't really know what to do, so he slowly moved to another seat away from them.

An older lady actually rolled up her newspaper and thumped him on the back of the head, scolding them. The man became furious, turned around to her, and started yelling at the top of his lungs, "Don't you EVER f***ing do that again!" He continued to excessively yell at the woman, and everyone was worried that he might be a violent drunk. Thinking that he was going to go over and hit the woman, I attempted to calm the man down by reassuring him that she was going to keep her hands to herself. My wife and sister were not happy that I tried to intervene.

Eventually things calmed down, they quit the (nasty) public display of affection, and got off downtown.