ABG Moment

So I walk into the T and unsuspectingly sit down next to a 20-something a capella group... I should've known something was up - who hangs out with 12 friends on a Tuesday? They started singing theme songs from syndicated oldies (Full House, Wonder Years, Step by Step). Then I recognized one of them as one of those people I kinda know, but have never talked to. Yeeeah, awkward. Although not as awkward as the drunk man wandering through their group. Sigh, seriously, where is the train??

Red Line Brings that Fire... & Brimstone

Have you ever walked into a room...or train...and wondered WHAAAT was going on? Tonight, I gave myself about 5 seconds to assess the middle-aged man in a hoodie pacing in one half of the car, before deciding that while Bible-toting-preacher-man didn't pose any immediate danger, I should still sit on the other side. If confronted, I'd tell him I was on my way to a revival, hallelujah! (kinda true), and to tone down the fire so his umm, captive, train audiences don't auto-tune him out.

"Doors Closing"

So, what really happens when the doors close on the T, and your arm (and whatever's in your hand) doesn't make the cut? Welp, I just witnessed a "man down" situation - middle aged man's arm and briefcase are totally disrespected as the doors close... saving grace: the door stops are rubber, and 3 or 4 fellow riders stepped up to pry the doors open. Not that any of that stopped him from cussing out the station attendant who's supposed to make sure this stuff doesn't happen... smh.

Wake-Up Carols

This morning's T ride was brought to me by an expressionless Christmas caroller singing jingle bell rock. It was so random. I had no idea what I was getting into when i walked onto the train, and 15 seconds in, realized there was a grown man sitting and singing on the other side of the uncrowded aisle. It's just not what I expected to hear from a sober adult, who looked relatively sane. Not gonna lie though, a part of me wanted to join in on the singing. I mean, it IS Christmastime!

Cracked Out

Seriously, if it weren't for Mike Epps' comedy routine about crackheads, I might have never figured out how to spot them on the T. The slow-motion slumping that mimics sleep, the weird ability to retain motor functions at least of their hands because they seem to keep a strong grip of whatever they're holding, the abrupt wake up, and then repeating the slump all over again. It's crazy to watch. Cool that I know what it is, but... mostly depressing.