A few weeks ago, I board the 5:15pm train home and sit in an aisle seat on the double decker. The two seater next to me has an aisle seat open and a business man sitting at the window. This woman, totally slurring her words comes up behind me and starts talking to the business man.
“Where are you getting off?” she slurs
“Ipswich.” He says.
“That’ll do!” She slurs some more. “Wait, can I sit down?” Clearly she isn’t a normal train commuter because we don’t ask to sit. We just sit! Open seat is anyone’s game.
“Sure! Sure!” he says while he grasps desperately to his Kindle!
“HEY!! Did you know someone pushed me out of the T! PUSHED ME! See my knee! Ripped my new jeans! SEE? OH MY GOD!! IS THAT BLOOD!!!!!” She starts screaming.
I am TEMPTED to get a Band Aid out of my purse since I have some BUUT think better of it since I have a half hour to go and don’t want to get stuck talking to her. I burry my head further into my book!
“Oh my! That is terrible.” The guy says while trying to be nice.
“This train is packed! You do this sh*t every day? Every day! Where are you going? How long is that?” She slurs on.
“Ipswich. It’s not too bad.” He says and returns to his reader.
“Did I tell you someone pushed me out of the T! Look! Ripped my jeans! IS THAT BLOOD!?” she repeats her story!
He whispers “I think you may have had a bit too much to drink.”
“Drink!? NOOO! I gave up drinking!” she says in a very matter of fact way.
The guy remains silent. If she isn’t drinking…what is she on I wonder!
“Have you seen my knee? Someone pushed me! Pushed me from the T you know!”
AND it went on and on until I finally got off! Poor guy had a few more stops with her, her ripped jeans and her bloody knee!