So last night, I missed the 9:30 Commuter rail...when I miss the commuter rail, it leaves me with exactly two options.
1. Wait for the next one (generally about 50 - 60 minutes away), or
2. Take the blue line
Technically the third exists - just take the orange line, but my ride, doesnt know how to get there. Thats next on my list of things to teach, I promise, especially after last night.
So, the blue line scares me as you have noted in my previous post. The people seem scarier, they seem to be more ' trouble' and just overall shifty. Maybe its that, yes, at heart, I am a child of suburbia. I am always wary about people who are shifty. Some not warranted, I'll admit, others warranted and usually shiftiness is founded.
Anywho, last night was no different - after all, the blue line never ceases to come through on these things. When I got to State to switch to the Blue line, I clustered myself with a nice family - and hoped to hell that they were going all the way to Wonderland. The nice family of at least 7 (southern - very nice too) came through for me... that is till Wood Island. At that moment, I was left with an approx 25 year old woman to my left (not shifty) an approx 32 year old professional man to my right (not shifty) and probably a 35 - 40 year old drunk guy across from me. Till the family got off ... he was 'passed out' ... it was then the 'sleeping lion' was awakened... Seriously.
He woke up and screamed "I'm F&%*ing Tired! I'm F&%*ing Tired! Doesn't anybody hear me? I'm F&%*ing tired!" (Immediately my stomach started to scrunch up and do flips...Oh god...why did I miss that train?) The guy continued ... "I'm going home ... I'm F&%*ing TIRED. None of you b*^@#es care. Too good to listen to me... snobby b*^@#es!" (Oh, god, please let me get home safe... just let this train get to Wonderland. I can run then...)
And just when I think I am just overall freaked out... it get's even better... the 'gentleman' lays down on the seat... starts saying "The LION gets no sleep... the LION is F&%*ing tired! Roar! ROOOOOAAARRR!!!" (yes a real roar), complete with his hand 'pawing'. (Oh god, PLEASE let him get off at the next stop... PUHLEASE! I just want to get home...)
And just like that, someone was looking out for me. He got up, stumbled past me. Turned to the nice professional gentleman and said, "You're F&%*ing GAY man!" (Not nice at all). So he stumbled down the other end of the car. Thank goodness...
And then we arrived at Beachmont. Ahhhh Beachmont. My friends sitting on either side of me, jumped off quick... and at the last ding of the doors, my friend stumbled off. Thank goodness.
And then, there was quiet...stomach still in my throat... but there was quiet. And I was thanking my lucky stars that, a) I lost him and b) the nice southern family with small children didn't have to witness. After all, Boston isn't THAT crazy. Just the random drunk guy...
Never a dull moment...
Till tomorrow...
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