So my ride on the CTA this morning was
interesting to say the least. Maybe it's because I'm a bit tired (unless you've been under a rock, you know I have a show opening). So I grab a seat on the train. A little crowded for this time of morning, but I'm happy to sit. Then about two stops later, a wonderful woman boarded. She proceeded to sit in front of me (one of the "sideways" seats), noticed that some kind of food item was there, bent over, and heartily brushed it off.....right into my lap. I looked at the food in question (I didn't want to think about it people....) and obviously shot her a look that said "I WANT TO TAPE GRENADES TO YOUR SKULL". She looked at me, horrified, and quickly apologized. After she got situated, she pulled out her crocheting. Great -- when I first met my ex on the train, he was crocheting at the time. I was REALLY hating this woman.
Then, the crazy man got on. He asked someone the time, and then never stopped talking. He was sitting to my left, jabbering on about such amazing topics as:
- Putting money ($20) in a vending machine and only getting a transit card
(He made it sound like he wanted a can of Coke, and got this instead)
- That his second wife worked at the Currency Exchange
(you know the one, next to the Starbucks)
- Having all his kids (I didn't know what that meant......shudder)
- He was no knucklehead like his first wife used to call him
(Thank you for the clarification sir)
Am I being rude and insensitive slamming the crazy man? No. He was calm, did not appear drunk but smelled of something I couldn't quite put my finger on, yet was just loud enough to be annoying. I like to enjoy my coffee and my crossword on the train without the psychotic tomfoolery.
I did have a theory for a few years that no matter what car I picked on the El, the crazies would be drawn to me. I wanted to get a grant to prove this. Maybe some day..........