Subway Drama

Okay, the other day I'm on the Red Line train going south from Belmont into downtown. (For those of you not from Chicago, the Red Line train is elevated at the Belmont station and then it scoots underground after that.)

There are these two women seated in front of me and they have really loud booming obnoxious voices. They're obnoxious because they're continually talking about their "m*f* boyfriend, and what that m*f* did and how he's not gonna f*kn let that m*f* do that to me, no m*f* way! And if he thinks he can f*k w/me he can kiss my m*f*n ass . . . . "
Okay, got the idea??

They were really obnoxious. And this conversation was going on way too long.

When I'm on public transit and I encounter someone as obnoxious as that, my motto is usually, "Be more obnoxious." Or rather, give them at taste of their own medicine.

So . . . .

I got a very pronounced case of Turret's Syndrome. (Keep in mind that I was seated right behind them) About every fifteen seconds, I'd just let out an incredibly loud half-second screech. "Eeeeeep!!!"

Within two stops, the women got spooked and moved into the next forward car.

Problem solved.

God, I love doing that.

By the way, I'm not exaggerating, I really did this!