Shortly after I got my second and third lip rings I was riding the 150 home. Along the busway at some point, a homeless man got onto the bus. I was sitting in the seats that face the aisle just before the turnstile portion of the long buses. He sat directly across from me. I always ride the bus with headphones on. I do not want to communicate with anyone. Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder and he is well within my bubble. He smelled like stale beer and piss, I pulled one headphone out and asked what he wanted. He asked me if my lip rings hurt. I shrugged and said no. I put my headphone back in and a few moments later he tapped my shoulder again, I pulled the headphone out, WHAT? Those seriously didn’t hurt? OMG seriously, no they didn’t hurt, they didn’t feel good either. Back to my headphones. He taps me a few moments later and he is full frontal on me. I can nearly gag on his breath. WHAT? Does it hurt when you kiss? NO, OMG this is getting tiresome. Back to my headphones. He taps me again, I am now highly agitated, WHAT DO YOU WANT? Well lets see if it hurts when you kiss, he then leans over to kiss me. I drew back my right fist and lowered my voice, “Touch me and die fucker!!!” He proceeded to call me all kinds of names. I nodded and told him I was ok with him thinking those things. The driver asked if there was a problem, I informed him still cocking my fist, not as long as he moves on. Still swearing at me, he proceeded to find a new seat.
Apparently telling someone, that lip rings do not hurt, is an invitation to a nasty, nasty kiss session.