There was one time when I was getting on the bus, there was a nice gentlemen who let me go in front of him. He sat down toward the front and I sat towards the middle by a window. I put in my headphones and stared out the window, as I usually did.
It was a moment before I felt kinda uncomfortable and I glanced to my right (away from the window). There was an older bald man standing in the aisle, facing towards me and just stared.
Unfortunately my ride was about twenty minutes, and he just stood and stared. I continued to just stare out my window, and I turned down my music so I would know if he said or did anything.
Eventually, he got off a few stops before me. He reached over me and pulled the cord, just staring. I stared out the window. I was so relieved when he got off, but when he did, the guy who let me on the bus first earlier leaned forward toward me.
"I was going to drop kick that guy if he did anything," he told me with a nod. I just gave a strained smile and whispered a thank you. I never have wanted to get off a bus so badly. I nearly got off to walk two miles back home.