trainspotting

I’m on the train this morning reading the new TV Guide in its new large size form. You’ve got to love a little gossip rag once in awhile. I actually love them all the time. It’s nice to flip through the pages and see what’s going on in Hollywood. It also passes the time. So if I don’t have anything to do on my computer work wise or I’m waiting on my new set of Netflix to show up, I catch up on all the Hollywood haps. Okay so back to the train. Now I love taking the train to work aside from getting up at such an ungodly hour it’s not bad. The one thing about the train however is that some people don’t realize they are sharing this mode of transportation with a lot of other people. Thank God for Ipods. There are a few regulars who absolutely kill me. What part of take it down a notch don’t they get. I’ve told the guys I work with who ride with me that one of these days I’m just going to go off, in a way that only those that know me closely can understand. Will it be in the way that I asked the woman behind me at the movies who was filing her nails as the movie was starting if she was going to do that to all ten fingers? Although she gave me a look to say “oh no you didn’t” she quickly put that file back in her purse. There are some days you just don’t want to fuck with me. I’m a Scorpio, and in the truest sense. I will give you as much rope as you need, but when I’m done, I’m done. If you happen to be on the other end of that rope when I decide to pull it in, you’d better be ready. So as not to cause a scene on the train I’ve just decided turn the volume up so I can enjoy my music and tune out the loud talkers. I will say however that sometimes that doesn’t even work. There are a few on this train that can still penetrate my ears even when I’ve got PYT (that’s my jam!) at 10. They will soon know that I’m not as sweet, quiet or as innocent as they thought.

Side bar. I’m writing this on the train right now and I believe someone has farted. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me with this! Take your lazy ass downstairs to the restroom and let that shit out, literally. Okay the air is back to normal now.

On with the story. So the whole thing that triggered this entry this morning is that while I was enjoying my new TV Guide the woman sitting behind me got up and approached me. I could see her out of the corner of my eye as she leaned in. She was very nice looking woman in her late 40’s dressed nicely and she just had a nice demeanor about her. I pulled the earplugs out of my ears so I could hear what she was saying. In a very sweet tone she told me that she was going to be making a brief cell phone call and wanted to know if I would be bothered by this. I thanked her but let her know that I was listening to music (Anita Baker by the way) and that I would not hear her anyway. How sweet was that? Just when you think people only care about themselves someone throws a wrench into the mix. It put a smile on my face. Thanks to the nice woman behind me who had the decency to ask if it was alright to use her cell phone on the train. I just didn’t have the heart to tell her that when I listen to Anita, ain’t nothing gettin’ through other than her amazing voice.