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!