I once had a guy staring at me on a bus in America many years ago . I was into rockabilly then so probably looked a bit of a twat . Anyhow he just stared and stared until a load of guys got on all dressed in funny clothes ( a bit like me ) They all sat around me and I got chatting to them thinking it was a stag do group on a day out . The guy staring at me was now staring at the floor .
The guys informed me that they where just out of San Quentin , I thought this was the village they all came from and started answering questions about what London was like .
Anyway they all got off in dribs and drabs with a cheery wave and I was left alone again with the starey man . He kept looking at the floor and I felt a tough guy for out staring him .
It was only when I got back to the hotel and started chatting to the receptionist that I was told with horror about the type of people I had been sat with

I thought they where a rather nice bunch of chaps to be honest .