That happened to me yesterday morning. I was still all upset about stuff and just wanted to get on the damn train and stare out of the window and go to work. But this guy gets on and I think he may have been slightly- "special", but not enough for me to feel bad about wanting to choke him. He gets on and starts talking to me across the aisle... "So where you going? Where ya from? You like working in Stamford? I never go to Stamford. You're a recruiter? What does that mean? WHat company? Spp-ee-rion, I never heard of Speerion (It's SPHERION). DO you like Speerion? Your sweater is nice, I like yellow. What is that you're drinking? What's in a Latte?? Is it like coffee? I don't like coffee. It's gross and it makes your breath stink. So does smoking, you don't smoke do you. My dad's brother smoked and his teeth all fell out," Luckily this woman got on with her teenage daughter and the guy turned his attention to her... "I like your hair. I never saw pink hair before. You look like a clown. Do you like your daughter's hair? DO you think she looks like a clown? No, I think she looks like Ronald McDonald. I like McDonalds, but I don't like coffee..."
It was all I could muster to not tackle him like a linebacker.
It was all I could muster to not tackle him like a linebacker.
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