Monday, December 08, 2003

Touche, My Friend


The train was pulling into Howard and there was a Purple Line already waiting.


The dude was dressed in lots of puffy brown: sweater vest, coat, pants. Moustache, too.

"CmonCmonCmon, don't you leave, don't you leave, CmonCmonCmon, shit-ass-fuck."

There was a guy in one of the priority seating seats looking at him with amused annoyance. He had a beard and he said, "You know, you could open the doors early and hurl yourself out."

"CmonCmonCmon, CTA's always late and now they wanna charge us one seventy-FIVE, shit-ass-fuck."

The dude with the beard looked at me and smiled. He said, "It's just a thought."

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