people are wonky
so, on Mondays and Wednesdays, I work the late shift,coming in at 10:30 and leaving at 7:00 pm. The last purpleline (quickest train out of the loop - only 8 minutes faster than brown though; closer to work than the red unless i want to take the blue and do an underground changeover - suffice to say that the purple is typically the best for going home) stops at my office at 7:15. Today I get one phone call between 4 and 7 pm and it comes in at 6:57 ... lovely!
Complainer dude is blaming our system for the fact that he wasn't paying attention and forgot to liquidate a futures contract (futures are not something you want to own and not be paying attention). I get off the phone about 18 after - no biggie, I have a good book to read and the brown line is really only 8 minutes longer. Plus the platform has a heated section for the brownline that the purple does not.
So I go to the bench, I activate the heat lamps, I sit, I wait. There is a young couple waiting at the other side of the bench, not sitting, just standing at the other side. This old man comes out to the platform, I do not look at his face but he has a cane and carries himself in such a way that I presume he is old. This is chicago, I don't look at people on sidewalks or waiting for public transportation, and they don't look at me.
so i'm sitting there, minding my own, waiting for the train. across the tracks on the other platform a girl sits on the opposite, unheated, bench.
the old man sitting next to me, stands up, hollers, and starts waving his cane ... ok, this gets my attention and i look to see what is going on.
he is waving his cane and beconing to this girl, telling her that there is a soda can on the 'ground' behind and on the side of the bench and she needs to pick it up and throw it out - he is pointing at the can and the trash can during this command. she has NO IDEA what in the hell this man is saying. he continues to point and holler about the can and where it is and the can and get the can and it is under the bench.
she walks forward toward the tracks and starts looking down and then west and he is pointing and waving and yelling and my shoulders are quaking as i duck my face further into my scarf to hide my laughter
there is an advertisement on the fence behind the bench - it is the verizon man. the can is beneath his face and the man starts using the man's face as a point of reference to further instruct this poor girl in her custodial duties
dude - i am a recycler and i throw out my trash, but i am also sane and touch no trash that is on the streets. it may be a coke can, but in chicago, dude! thats a biohazard.
fortunately for us all, the brownline pulled up and i walked two doors down to make sure i would not be in the same car as that cane-wielding busybody.
Complainer dude is blaming our system for the fact that he wasn't paying attention and forgot to liquidate a futures contract (futures are not something you want to own and not be paying attention). I get off the phone about 18 after - no biggie, I have a good book to read and the brown line is really only 8 minutes longer. Plus the platform has a heated section for the brownline that the purple does not.
So I go to the bench, I activate the heat lamps, I sit, I wait. There is a young couple waiting at the other side of the bench, not sitting, just standing at the other side. This old man comes out to the platform, I do not look at his face but he has a cane and carries himself in such a way that I presume he is old. This is chicago, I don't look at people on sidewalks or waiting for public transportation, and they don't look at me.
so i'm sitting there, minding my own, waiting for the train. across the tracks on the other platform a girl sits on the opposite, unheated, bench.
the old man sitting next to me, stands up, hollers, and starts waving his cane ... ok, this gets my attention and i look to see what is going on.
he is waving his cane and beconing to this girl, telling her that there is a soda can on the 'ground' behind and on the side of the bench and she needs to pick it up and throw it out - he is pointing at the can and the trash can during this command. she has NO IDEA what in the hell this man is saying. he continues to point and holler about the can and where it is and the can and get the can and it is under the bench.
she walks forward toward the tracks and starts looking down and then west and he is pointing and waving and yelling and my shoulders are quaking as i duck my face further into my scarf to hide my laughter
there is an advertisement on the fence behind the bench - it is the verizon man. the can is beneath his face and the man starts using the man's face as a point of reference to further instruct this poor girl in her custodial duties
dude - i am a recycler and i throw out my trash, but i am also sane and touch no trash that is on the streets. it may be a coke can, but in chicago, dude! thats a biohazard.
fortunately for us all, the brownline pulled up and i walked two doors down to make sure i would not be in the same car as that cane-wielding busybody.