Bus stop conversation #2

Some more fun at the bus stop, this one from about a year ago:

Beautiful

So I'm standing waiting for my bus today (missing my bike) and watching a 20 (?) year old kid with big headphones -one covering one ear and the other wrapped around his neck - doing a half-dance/half-walk pacing and talking on his speaker phone asking the person on the other end if they can hear the music he's listening to. He said, "can you hear this?" and put the phone near the headphones, but quickly had to bring the phone back to his ear because he wanted to hear whether the other person could in fact hear the music but then he had to quickly shift the phone to the headphones so that s/he could hear the music and to make sure s/he could hear the music, he shifted the phone back to his ear and asked, "can you hear this?" He did this several times until perhaps he was content that whoever it was had heard enough of the song that was making him dance. Conversation ended. I watched the cornrows in his hair bob up and down and side to side as he danced the bus stop dance. I wondered how old he was and for whom he danced. Then I was distracted as my bus was nearing on its 11th minute being late and a very pregnant woman was lighting up, and some young man was asking me whether the number eleven had passed and I looked back toward the dancing boy and oh look he was about 14 inches from my face. Well hello dancing boy. And this conversation came to pass. DB (spoken as he moved in closer): Are you married?
Me: No.
DB: Engaged?
Me: No.
DB: That's beautiful.
Me: _______.
DB: Do you have . . . do you have some kids?
Me: No.
DB (slowly): That's beauuutiful.
Me: _______.
DB: Are you from this country?
Me: Yes.
DB: No way. You look like you're. Not from this. country.
Me: ______.
DB: Where city are you from?
Me: I'm from Colorado
DB: Denver?
Me: Colorado Springs.
DB: That's. That's. That's excellent. Beautiful.
DB: What are you doing here?
Me: I like it here.
DB (looking at sky): Yeah. It's nice. This is a good place isn't it.
DB: Are you 22?
Me: No, but that's a good line. I'll give you that.
DB: Oh yeah?
Me: ______.
DB: Are you 21?
[I guess he thought if 22 was good, 21 would be better.]
Me: No. I'm not 21.
DB: So did you, uh. Did you uh go to college?
Me: Yes. I did.
DB: What did you do? What did you, you know, to be, when you were done?
Me: When I was done, I was an attorney.
DB (shocked): No way. How did you do that? How did you keep going? You've come so far.
Me: You just keep going.
DB: Yeah. That's right. You've just come so far.
[My bus is now about 16 minutes late, and I've not much to say to DB, except that I would like to ask him where I came from such that I've come so far.]
DB: Oh, what am I thinking? Where are my manners? I'm Rudy.
[My bus, mercifully, is coming]
Me: Nice to meet you Rudy. I'm going to catch my bus. I hope you find your manners.
DB: Yeah. yeah. Okay.

Ahhh. Rudy. Perhaps one day we'll meet again. Bus stop bus go.