This morning I was sitting at the bus stop reading a book. I was the only one actually inside the bus stop shelter, although there were several people loitering around waiting for the bus outside of it. A guy comes in and sits down, looks like a pretty normal middle-aged latino guy, and says “I like your nails.” I look down at my unpainted, uneven fingernails and then realize he’s looking at my equally as uneven and sloppily painted toenails which are showing because I’m wearing cropped pants and flipflops. I just say “Thanks.” Then he says “Where do you get your nails done?” I must have gave him an odd look because he said “I’m just asking because I have a salon downtown.” I think, “Oh, here we go.” I figured this guy is like one of those people that come up to you on the street and compliment you on your hair then try to get you to go to their fancy spa at some discounted rate. “At least he’s not just some random foot pervert,” I think. He asks me if I use lotion with vitamin E. Then he gets back into pervert territory by asking what size my foot is. He actually reached down and before I could react touched the bottom of my heel and rubbed it. It felt like for 3 minutes, when really it was probably 3 seconds but it totally creeped me out. Luckily his phone rang and he took it out with the same hand he just touched some stranger’s foot with and pulled out the phone. A Motorola Razr.. So maybe he was a salon owner? What kind of loser foot pervert carries a Razr? Still, even if he was some foot expert. That’s super creepy to go around touching people’s feet in public. Again luckily, the bus came right after that. He didn’t even get on. Guess he was just hanging around the bus stop rubbing girls’ feet. Ewwww.