Ride That Train

Hey y'all! So lately I've been taking the train and living my life (as I often find myself doing #winning).  I didn't forget about you.  Still, my episode of Punked continues. Thus, my commonsensicals.  So, back to the train. Because traffic (eye roll), I am to the point where I've decided train is the way to go.   And, naturally, I can sit and observe folks.  And, lucky me, I get to listen to their random conversations. Yay.

The other day this girl was on the phone discussing how the last time she went out with this "friend" she got arrested.  Now, mind you, she is standing in the middle of the train having this whole conversation.  As I was "minding my business being nosey," (side note, I forgot where I got that from, but I said I was gonna borrow it, there it is) the writer in me has so many questions, comments, and suggestions.  Like, girl what you go to jail for?!  Did your homegirl bail you out?  If she didn't,  y'all don't need to be friends, unless she was sitting right next to you.  Because that's what real friends do.  IJS, since we're all a part of the conversation.

Then, of course, there is the random person yelling stuff for no reason.  Sir or Ma'am, just why?!  Once Random Yelling gets off the train, here comes Disturbing the Peace at the next stop.  Just imagine, New York accent and LOUD (maybe I should say Extra LOUD?).  Lady...we, the folks on the train, don't really care that "she tried you," and threw away your mug (minding my business.. you know the rest.)  All that mess about how she "didn't want it," only to say you just ignored her. Huh?! Sounds like you need to be friends with the one that got arrested, so things can get handled.  Just a thought.

Anyway, halfway in between the previous stop and the next, folks start hopping up and moving to the door.  I don't get it.  Why do folks jump up before the train stops?  You know it's going to jerk you once it comes to a full stop.  Where are you going?  Folks be in such a hurry to stand and hold the pole. (ha! yes I laughed).  It's like the folks you see inching forward at a red light.  I swear, the older I get, the more I realize people never really grow beyond Kindergarten.  It's like lining up for recess, everybody racing to the door to be the first out.  At the end of the day, does it really make a difference? Seriously.