tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post5097383181315067285..comments2024-02-12T03:17:26.348-05:00Comments on Two Beans Or Not Two Beans: The Creeper CodgerThe Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09294653760778922184noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-33577971596171097152010-11-02T14:46:59.560-04:002010-11-02T14:46:59.560-04:00Damn, one of the funniest things I have read in a ...Damn, one of the funniest things I have read in a long time. As usual, your cartoons MAKE THE POST!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-84253141135089582882010-08-09T11:51:50.587-04:002010-08-09T11:51:50.587-04:00Melody: I sometimes wonder what would have happene...Melody: I sometimes wonder what would have happened if he had invited me for dinner...would he eat mashed potatoes with his coffee?<br /><br />Envoy: "Desperate" may just be an understatement...<br /><br />RandomRambler: It's not a bad idea to wear a fake ring, but then it signals to single guys interested in me that I'm taken. :-P It's a win-lose situation.The Beanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09294653760778922184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-32453953493068562262010-08-09T10:52:45.691-04:002010-08-09T10:52:45.691-04:00Yeah, I forgot to put something in the comment and...Yeah, I forgot to put something in the comment and decided to delete it rather than double post.<br /><br />Here goes: After these stories, I don't think I'll ever go on public transportation. >,>; Next time you go on the bus, wear a fake ring to suggest you're taken. If that doesn't work, strike up conversation with someone else on the stop or on the bus.RandomRamblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17008863069670559744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-33056825349933225312010-08-08T01:42:01.834-04:002010-08-08T01:42:01.834-04:00Seems like juts another *an extreme desperate* lon...Seems like juts another *an extreme desperate* lonely old man looking for affection :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-81342693163512917672010-08-08T00:29:30.300-04:002010-08-08T00:29:30.300-04:00That's a horror story! I hate the creeper on t...That's a horror story! I hate the creeper on the bus! Make them forever go away! Great story, and great illustrations. Since he had only 3 teeth, all he could consume were beverages: Coffee, orange juice ... Oh ick ick ick!!Melody206https://www.blogger.com/profile/03952070046122971250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-77158299631351951082010-08-07T20:32:35.842-04:002010-08-07T20:32:35.842-04:00Zora: Thankfully, you managed to wriggle your way ...Zora: Thankfully, you managed to wriggle your way out of that one. O_O"<br /><br />Tricia: I also remember being on a bus where a homeless man wet himself (he thankfully kept to himself). So, who won the arm-wrestle? ^.^<br /><br />Ainjo: Can't wait to see your post! :-D<br /><br />Rachel: You're lucky in that aspect, to have someone to accompany you. And, who knows? Maybe he *was* my gros lot...<br /><br />Eden: Eek! <br /><br />Stu: I do remember reading about that on your blog! <br /><br />Even if he were a millionaire...I don't think I could bring myself to have him be my "sugar daddy." :-P<br /><br />Thanks everyone for the compliments!<br /><br />-French BeanThe Beanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09294653760778922184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-1763029131278439302010-08-07T07:46:51.521-04:002010-08-07T07:46:51.521-04:00He could have been a millionaire.
Surprisingly I ...He could have been a millionaire.<br /><br />Surprisingly I have had a similar experience. Two actually. One with a woman old enough to be my mother coming onto me on the tram and asking me for my phone number and another which was a very gay old man coming onto me at the train station. So I think I know how you feel a little bit.Citizen_Stuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06736336326016642370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-35182992625593899432010-08-07T04:13:10.039-04:002010-08-07T04:13:10.039-04:00LOLLOLFelliciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02027500278839971202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-31105508751717979132010-08-07T03:56:18.244-04:002010-08-07T03:56:18.244-04:00@Tricia: Girl, I LOL'd at the puddle! I bet he...@Tricia: Girl, I LOL'd at the puddle! I bet he thought that'd seal the deal ;-)<br /><br />@Barb: I have mixed views on these people. I think they fall into two categories - those who are chancers/pervs and those who are genuinely a few sandwiches short of a picnic. It's a pretty massive invasion of personal space to do that to someone so you sometimes have to wonder if they're all there upstairs.<br /><br />I've had a few creepy codger experiences myself. One was in South of Europe when an old smelly dude who sat next to me on the metro and started stroking my thigh! I was having none of it and firmly told him to stop. He looked disappointed (what was he expecting? That I'd say 'carry on'?) but stopped. Not nice to deal with, but you shouldn't have to put up with the invasion of personal space if it makes you uncomfortable!Edenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03855310202280105764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-39293541830841441812010-08-06T17:37:49.967-04:002010-08-06T17:37:49.967-04:00Haha, that was hilarious! I'm exactly the same...Haha, that was hilarious! I'm exactly the same, I couldn't get out of an embarrassing situation to save my life either. Its terrible! and I loved the illustrations... oh boy. =DSophiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03637500388662442936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-44929544583606247622010-08-06T17:10:00.934-04:002010-08-06T17:10:00.934-04:00brilliantbrilliantAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-41565212359494024412010-08-06T16:08:28.852-04:002010-08-06T16:08:28.852-04:00This is hysterical! Due to working from home, I r...This is hysterical! Due to working from home, I recently decided to get rid of my car and take in the truly unique sights one can only find when riding public transportation. Thankfully, my boyfriend often rides the bus with me. So while I'm not subjected to codgers, creeps, or other such wildlife, we certainly get to witness this phenomena quite frequently. My personal favorite are the guys who will hit on gals that are clearly out of their league/not interested, then get angry over being brushed off as if they were some sort of jackpot.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03249785787937537362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-28161112517850570832010-08-06T15:53:22.279-04:002010-08-06T15:53:22.279-04:00You inspired a post! My friend and I had a similar...You inspired a post! My friend and I had a similar experience with a creepy codger. I'll link it to your post once it's done. This was hilararious!!! :)Multi-Ainjohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13310718665277952233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-76099914131773105582010-08-06T15:48:07.285-04:002010-08-06T15:48:07.285-04:00EW! Everyone who has BEEN on a bus has met the Bus...EW! Everyone who has BEEN on a bus has met the Bus Creeper, though - it's a fact. I was riding downtown with a friend one night and our creeper hopped on and sat directly across from us (front of the bus, so we were facing each other). He promptly began to toss out date ideas that the THREE of us could explore...all the while...PEEING HIS PANTS. Yep, we sat there in shock, watching the puddle spread.<br /><br />Then my girlfriend and I arm-wrestled to see who could snuggle with him first.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16941846553980567347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-71345330641493787892010-08-06T15:24:09.009-04:002010-08-06T15:24:09.009-04:00Very, very funny!Very, very funny!Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01959092406380487504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800436644379687416.post-29399979710640563672010-08-06T15:14:13.595-04:002010-08-06T15:14:13.595-04:00Ew. Just EW.
I'm not sure whether I ever told...Ew. Just EW.<br /><br />I'm not sure whether I ever told you about the time I was biking to dance practice in Japan (a 40 minute ride) and discovered upon my arrival that some random middle-aged guy had been following me for the past half hour. He actually said, "You're cute, so I followed you. You bike really fast." And he wouldn't let me get away without sharing my email. >.< I ended up giving him an old one and started taking a different route to practice.Zorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17318109221453587834noreply@blogger.com