I was just think it's been awhile since anyone's checked passes/tickets on here. Felt kind of bad since I knew I influenced the universe to nab those freeloaders without tickets. Sure enough the KGB just walked up and demanded "are your papers in order?!" well, not really... But there is mass panic when we see the 70 year old in his official uniform and clipboard.

1) the train needs a sleeping car. I know it's a commuter train but still.

2) I think I'm going to start bringing a pillow with me in the mornings. It's hard to get comfortable for more sleep even in the sweet seat.

3) The train horn just needs to go. If people aren't bright enough to avoid a huge locomotive they're a compromise to societal safety anyway.

Oh great. Got the horn happy conductor today. Seriously continuous horn blowing. WTHeck?!

My Seat!

Now for anyone who already knows my train stories they know how very important this one particular seat is.  It is a lone seat on the second landing of the train with lots of room to spread out my purse, lunch and work shoes.  It is a SWEEEET seat.  I am a time fanatic and get to the train early so I generally have claim to this seat every morning.  But every now and then I am thwarted.  They get the appropriate evil eye and I find another spot begrudgingly.  If its a known perp, I note the time and make it a goal to get there even earlier the next day.  A little lost sleep is worth this oasis of train riding pleasure. 

THIS morning I was earlier than normal for anyone and some unknown guy was in my seat.  What!  I don't like people I don't know in my seat.  And he was all smug and comfortable; so totally messed up to flaunt it at me like that.  I'm not sure if I can make it earlier, but as God as my witness I will beat this guy to the seat tomorrow!

Now afternoon is harder.  I call my competition for the seat after work "the Ninja".  A beautiful if not a little butch asian gal that is stealthy.  She makes it looks so smooth and non-chalant but I know she has her eye on me and  maneuvers just enough to position herself in front as the people get off the arriving train.  Etiquette requires we allow the disembarkers off or I would be tackling people as they got off screaming "Dibbs, I got dibbs!!" but unfortunately adult behavior does not allow for making such spectacles of ourselves.  I may lobby to change that.  So ultimately the ninja tends to get my seat.  I'm considering whispering in her ear that I am incontinent and just can't bring myself to wear any protection and maybe she'll reconsider her need to acquire the seat again.  Hmmmm......  

Introduction

Adversly to what the blog name may suggest I am not a drug addict though many of the people I ride the train with must be or there is no other excuse for their behavior.  What it has taught me is being confined in such close quarters everyone has theur "freak" moments.  I've even done things on the train I'm sure someone was texting or facebooking someone about what I freak I was.  Human behavior is facinating and sometimes disturbing but no matter what I am always entertained my someone on the train that takes me to and from work every day.