September 22nd, 2004
Oh, how I miss my car.
I've noticed a new rider that has been
sitting in my car on the train the last several days. He has been
sitting in the upper deck sometimes only a few seats away from me. He
will sit down sip his coffee and peel open a banana. The first time
I noticed him was when I saw him place the peel of his banana under his
seat. Nice, I thought. I bet he's going leave that there when
he gets off. This is the upper deck, no one is going notice that
for the entire day. Meanwhile passengers will be riding the train
sitting on top of the compost pile he started under his seat. Sure
enough when we got off the train downtown, he left it behind. Pissed
me off.
The next day, he's back with his coffee and banana. This time when
he's done he is kind of enough to stuff his banana peel in his empty coffee
cup. A few minutes later, I here a strange clicking sound coming
from the seat in front me. I leaned a little to my left so that I
can see his reflection in the glass and noticed he was clipping his finger
nails. First of all, the constant clicking sound was getting on my
nerves but to top it off he was brushing the clippings into the seat. This
guy is really pissing me off. On top of having to shell out the $150.00
to ride the train each month, I have to ride to work surrounded by rotting
fruit carcasses and discarded fingernail clippings. Somedays I really
miss my car. It will be interesting to see what he does in the next
several days. Maybe I will get pissed off enough that I may something
to him. But, knowing me I won't, I will just reside myself to a commuting
hell of riding to work in the rolling landfill that is my train.
