I saw you on the 22 Macdonald bus, early/mid afternoon, possibly on East Pender. I was sitting at the back, with red and black feathers in my hair, hogging up the seats with my laptop and schoolbag (oops). There were plenty of open seats, but you asked me to slide over so you could sit at the back, and further explained that it was because you appreciated more leg room. It made me giggle because, well, I ALWAYS need more leg room. You have a bit of a metal head/alternative style going on, with long hair and, I'm assuming, your headphones permanently attached to your skull. I really should have gotten your name, and this is my ploy to do so. I'm new in town, and you seemed like a decent person. When I got off at my stop, you said, 'See you later.' Maybe you were being honest?