"I don't like the B*t*h. Point blank period. Sh*tttt. This muthaf*cka bets get movin'....Sh*tttttt. D*mn, I'm hungry as a muthaf*cka!"
I'm no stranger to public transportation being that I've been taking it since I was a kid. Of course now it's not due to the lack of a vehicle but because it's convenient (and cost-effective) for most of us commuting downtown for work. I must say I've seen just about everything on the L....that's the elevated train for you non-Chicagoans. :-)
~Beautiful gold chain snatched off a foolish woman..neck bleeding. (Thought they were flirting. Even as a kid I knew not to tell them it was real...sigh.)
~Smartphone snatched from a woman that was way too preoccupied on FB. Grab&Run out the doors as soon as they open. (Of course she screamed at the top of her lungs and ran off the train after him...straight into his hood in the heart of the Westside. Wonder whatever happened to her? We did call the police. Sigh.)
~Near violent altercations between the sexes...and the races.
~Way too private sexy-type convos between a woman and...a woman, about things I'd rather not have the visuals for.
And of course, the beloved homeless and mentally ill encounters. Always fun running into a mentally ill gentleman who throws a cupful of some type of liquid at you because you didn't pay him any attention as you walked by. (That junk barely missed me. I was ready to give him some attention all right!) That same gentleman on another occasion got a kick out of crunching (loudly) on some stank pork skins on an overcrowded train (you can imagine the odors that were already floating at the end of that long day)...and then peering over his cloudy bifocals at the rather nervous and slightly annoyed caucasian lady sitting next to him. (Reaction only feeds someone like him.) So of course the rest of the ride was filled with him crunching those stank pork skins directly in her ears...getting closer to her with every bite. It was actually kinda funny. Crazy man!
With all the experiences I've had and observed during my years of riding CTA, the most disturbing has to be the disrespectful cussing young 20s and under. Many of them are absolutely oblivious to the fact that there are gray headed folks all around (i.e. elders) that they should be ashamed of talking like that in front of. Someone seriously dropped the ball on passing on the basic respect that we used to be taught to have. Certain things you just don't say in front of anybody old enough to be your parent...and especially if they are old enough to be your grandparent! And don't get me started on the cussing that is directed at some little beautiful brown child that didnt ask to come into this world...especially not to some impatient immature little "I'm still a child myself" girl. Arggghhhh! Makes me mad!
It takes great restraint for me to not pull these little girls by their cheap blonde weaves and drag them to every elder on there to apologize, then stuff some toe jam smellin' crazy man pork skins down their throats and make them sit in the corner thinking about their actions for the rest of the ride.
Nay. God don't like ugly. Sigh.
So I just quietly pray for their mouths to be shut and try not to roll my eyes.
bite of the day ~ Lord help. They don't know any better. Sigh.
thirtiesgirl
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