The Riverline especially sucks. [The Riverline is a light rail train that runs from Camden, NJ to Trenton, NJ. It's really convenient but also has a ton of crazy people on it.] Last year when I commuted to school, there used to be this one crazy woman on it. She would put her fingers up to her ears and pretend like she was talking on the phone with somebody. When I first saw her doing this, I had to check to see if she had a blue tooth or something: nope. And the stuff she talked about -- being in the CIA, having her baby stolen from her, saying if she told anymore that they'd kill her family, and so on.
Last night's trip wasn't too bad in comparison to that. When I first got on the train, there were only about 5 people on it. I looked around, everyone looked normal. It looked like it was going to be a simple ride home...until about 10 seconds before departure. Out of the corner of my eye I see red gloves pumping and this guy sprinting from the other side of the tracks. He darts across the tracks, nearly getting hit by a train, the train sounds its bell. The doors begin to close but he pulls some sort of Jackie Chan shit and squeezes through them at the last second. Success. He's made the train.
So the guy takes his bright red gloves off and lays them on a seat. But rather than sitting down, he stands for a while. Then he begins to pace a little bit on the train. At each stop, he goes to the doors and looks out onto the platform and then returns to his pacing. He's looking around the train. Finally, after a few stops, he moves to the entranceway of the train and sits down on one of the seats there. He begins digging in his pocket for something. I can't tell if he's playing with himself or if he's just having a hard time getting whatever is in his pocket. After about 30 seconds, he pulls his fist out of his pocket, and turning his palm upward, reveals what looks like about $3.00 in loose change. His eyes continue to wander around the train, looking around for god knows what. At the next stop, he awkwardly rises and stumbles off the train, never to be seen again.
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In other news, it's apparently not good to eat a shit load of Mexican food, drink a few beers, consume a big azz margarita rather quickly, and then down a glass of alcoholic hot chocolate all in one night. After engaging in these activities, I seriously felt like the walking dead. So, a bit of advice, learn from my mistakes here.
It's also Christmas Eve and I haven't done any Christmas shopping. Each time I'd go out to the mall, either two things would happen: (1) I'd find something that I wanted for myself but nothing that somebody else would want or (2) Anything that somebody might possibly want was either the wrong size or way too expensive. So, that resulted in me not getting anyone anything. Bad move? I don't know. I feel like a jackass, but it's not like I really have money to buy anyone any presents. So, hopefully until I finish school people will be understanding about Christmas presents...or the lack thereof.
It's also Christmas Eve and I haven't done any Christmas shopping. Each time I'd go out to the mall, either two things would happen: (1) I'd find something that I wanted for myself but nothing that somebody else would want or (2) Anything that somebody might possibly want was either the wrong size or way too expensive. So, that resulted in me not getting anyone anything. Bad move? I don't know. I feel like a jackass, but it's not like I really have money to buy anyone any presents. So, hopefully until I finish school people will be understanding about Christmas presents...or the lack thereof.
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