WeReo_BoY
2011-04-07 04:18:30 UTC
I don't know how it is in your city, but here two things happen at once.
1) I take a tight seat next to a sugar moma and right away she starts
bitching-"you could ask for a fucking seat you don't have to squish me to
death." Ok, I apologize and try to defuse the situation.
Right after and adjoining to this:
2) At the same moment I didn't see how it started. There were three big
sugar momas together and one of them starts bitching to a small-framed woman
sitting in front of them, "be happy I don't put your fucking head through
the window."
The small-framed woman, I think she was a Philipino was just sitting there
minding her own business, and didn't say a word. She just turned over and
looked at me like, "did you hear that?" I don't get it.
That wasn't the end of it though. Standing near the door there's this
medium-size woman in a warm-up outfit with her man. Ok, once the sugar mamas
left she says to everyone there, "I was getting ready knock the fucking
three of them out. They got no right saying what they did to the other
woman, who by now had gotten off the train."
Looking at the mid-size woman with the jumpsuit I don't have that much doubt
that she could actually knock the three of them out. She looked like she
might be able to.
So that's the story of Hurricane.
You know something else that's happening on the trains now is the
four-seater at the end of the cars now seems to have become a three-seater.
This does not bode well for the fourth person who wants that seat. This
alone looks like more trouble and argument alone.
It's awl about the Real Estate, folks. That's awl it is. And people's
goofiness and claustrophobia that seems inherent to these situations. I
guess folks dance in the subway with each other all the time. I don't want
to dance with them. I just want to get home thank you. They don't know who I
am anyway.
1) I take a tight seat next to a sugar moma and right away she starts
bitching-"you could ask for a fucking seat you don't have to squish me to
death." Ok, I apologize and try to defuse the situation.
Right after and adjoining to this:
2) At the same moment I didn't see how it started. There were three big
sugar momas together and one of them starts bitching to a small-framed woman
sitting in front of them, "be happy I don't put your fucking head through
the window."
The small-framed woman, I think she was a Philipino was just sitting there
minding her own business, and didn't say a word. She just turned over and
looked at me like, "did you hear that?" I don't get it.
That wasn't the end of it though. Standing near the door there's this
medium-size woman in a warm-up outfit with her man. Ok, once the sugar mamas
left she says to everyone there, "I was getting ready knock the fucking
three of them out. They got no right saying what they did to the other
woman, who by now had gotten off the train."
Looking at the mid-size woman with the jumpsuit I don't have that much doubt
that she could actually knock the three of them out. She looked like she
might be able to.
So that's the story of Hurricane.
You know something else that's happening on the trains now is the
four-seater at the end of the cars now seems to have become a three-seater.
This does not bode well for the fourth person who wants that seat. This
alone looks like more trouble and argument alone.
It's awl about the Real Estate, folks. That's awl it is. And people's
goofiness and claustrophobia that seems inherent to these situations. I
guess folks dance in the subway with each other all the time. I don't want
to dance with them. I just want to get home thank you. They don't know who I
am anyway.