Almost Postal
I thought I was going to implode on my train home last night.
OK, for the record, I am normally a pretty nice, helpful, understanding and compassionate person. Yesterday, I happened to not be any of those things.
First of all, I had to take the 7 and transfer to the N. The 7 smells funny and those 7-people do not know how to act. They try to eat soup and noodle on the damn train. Who the hell does that?! The 7-people I guess. Noodle. For those that are not familiar with Noodle, it is not a bunch of noodles, it is one big long noodle that has just been cut a few times. Nothing like sitting by a guy trying to eat Noodle and having him fling super-hot broth on you while he slurps on his Noodle.
Then I get to Queensboro Plaza and they just don't let people off the train before they get on it. Just doesn't make a lot of sense.
Got on the N. There was a lady on there that was obviously foreign . The train was going Express, which means it does not stop at every regular stop. First of all, she got on the damn train without knowing where it was going. Only idiots do that. Would you get on a train and then ask where it was going? No, I didn't think so. She had to get off at the 36th Street stop and she kept asking these 2 Irish guys and they kept telling her the same thing - that this train is Express and it will not stop there but they would help her when we got to Astoria Blvd. When we did pass 36th Street she started shreiking "36! 36! 36!" like that was indeed the sign of the devil and it was not by any means 6 6 6.
While all this is going on, I look across from me and there is this Eastern Injun guy with bubble wrap (I am sure you see where this is going). He kept popping it and I looked at him with my best "I am not taking any shit from you and I know people that can whip your ass" look and just shook my head no. He briefly stopped and then gave me an evil smile and then started doing it again while staring straight at me. "Pop pop pop pop pop." Yes, I would guess him to be about 53 years of age. Stupid Fucker.
So, I seriously thought I was going to stand up and start screaming in the manner of Greased Up Deaf Guy from Family Guy - just being all crazy and shit. But I held my composure - I will not go out like that.
OK, for the record, I am normally a pretty nice, helpful, understanding and compassionate person. Yesterday, I happened to not be any of those things.
First of all, I had to take the 7 and transfer to the N. The 7 smells funny and those 7-people do not know how to act. They try to eat soup and noodle on the damn train. Who the hell does that?! The 7-people I guess. Noodle. For those that are not familiar with Noodle, it is not a bunch of noodles, it is one big long noodle that has just been cut a few times. Nothing like sitting by a guy trying to eat Noodle and having him fling super-hot broth on you while he slurps on his Noodle.
Then I get to Queensboro Plaza and they just don't let people off the train before they get on it. Just doesn't make a lot of sense.
Got on the N. There was a lady on there that was obviously foreign . The train was going Express, which means it does not stop at every regular stop. First of all, she got on the damn train without knowing where it was going. Only idiots do that. Would you get on a train and then ask where it was going? No, I didn't think so. She had to get off at the 36th Street stop and she kept asking these 2 Irish guys and they kept telling her the same thing - that this train is Express and it will not stop there but they would help her when we got to Astoria Blvd. When we did pass 36th Street she started shreiking "36! 36! 36!" like that was indeed the sign of the devil and it was not by any means 6 6 6.
While all this is going on, I look across from me and there is this Eastern Injun guy with bubble wrap (I am sure you see where this is going). He kept popping it and I looked at him with my best "I am not taking any shit from you and I know people that can whip your ass" look and just shook my head no. He briefly stopped and then gave me an evil smile and then started doing it again while staring straight at me. "Pop pop pop pop pop." Yes, I would guess him to be about 53 years of age. Stupid Fucker.
So, I seriously thought I was going to stand up and start screaming in the manner of Greased Up Deaf Guy from Family Guy - just being all crazy and shit. But I held my composure - I will not go out like that.
posted by Wigwam at 5:12 PM
1 Comments:
Ok first of all - I'm sorry you had one of those days - I feel ya. Secondly, why are people posting these solicitations to your blog????
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