I made the 6:14pm train. only had to knock over one kid in a wheelchair to get to it. of course, getting to the train in the last 30 seconds before the doors close means that I get stuck sitting next to the big crazy freak glomming popcorn at a record pace... I have funking popcorn bits on my coat and in my hair now... you think I am kidding. I ain't sistah.
I shoulda known something was up when every seat was packed except this one on the aisle... I get to it, the guy has his leg folded yet stretched across the two-seater... he looks like an obese dennis farina.
anyway - I said excuse me... he barely moved - so that got me a bit peeved. and between shoveling the corn down his gullet and swigging lemonade he's got that huffy sigh... don't even attempt to get huffy with me, humunculous.
jack, here, is wearing turquoise and silver rings on EVERY funking finger (and thumbs)
gotta change trains... the first leg of the trip - 15 min. - now pray no freaks are on the connection.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
