Bus Stop

Today, I accidentally overslept. After pulling near all-nighters everyday so far this week, I finally crashed.
I woke up blinky and confused around 11 am before looking at the clock, yelling an expletive and dashing out of bed. I decided that since I was late, I ought to try to catch a bus, as a bus takes only 2 minutes to get to campus whereas walking would take around 20. I should have walked.
After about 5 minutes of waiting, a fellow plopped down in the seat next to me. Then he asked me incoherently (very thick accent) which bus would take him to Monroeville. I shrugged. And then he kept talking. Where are you from? I say Connecticut. Obviously his English isn't very good because he somehow thought I said some foreign country. Then he said he was from Mexico and asked if I was Japanese. I didn't assume all Hispanic people are Mexican, but apparently he thinks all Asian people are Japanese. Granted a small portion of my family is Japanese, but I myself am not. So I shook my head and said very clearly, "Chinese." Then he pointed out that I have a very pretty figure. That's when I scooted farther away from him and closer to the nice old Asian man next to me (see? I don't assume all Asians are Japanese). Sadly Mr. Mexican didn't take the hint and kept trying to talk to me. "What's your name?" Angela. "O, it's pronounced Anjela in Mexico." I know. Then he started talking about a great Chinese buffet in Oakland. I hate Chinese buffets. I just nodded a bit and then fortunately the bus came. I should have walked to school.