Once again fortune has humped my leg

Thursday, March 09, 2006

I know I made it sound like the last metro rant was the last but so many weird things happen on public transportation that I just can't let it go. I was riding home last night and the train was about 3/4 full. All of a sudden I hear this constant metal clicking sound, recognizable to any human being as a fingernail clipper. I'm pretty sure my face morphed into a look like I'd just seen someone drop kick a puppy. Honestly, who clips their nails in public?? Just bite your fingernails like the rest of us.

Also freakish is when you see the same person on your way home that you saw as you were heading to work. It's this constant sense of deja vu. There's this particularly odd woman I always see and I remember her because she walks kind of like a giraffe. And I totally don't mean that in a bad way but she really does walk like a giraffe. She's super tall (not that there's anything wrong with that!!) and bends slightly forward at the waist and is kind of bow-legged. She's pretty hard to miss.

For those of you keeping up with news of the absurd in the entertainment world, here you go: Bobby Brown was arrested this week in Webster, GA for motor-vehicle violations dating back 14 years. After being detained for an hour, he was released on $40 bond. That's right-$40, not $400, or $4000. He's really slipping away from his badass image. Pretty soon he'll be teaching kindergarterners how to spell "prerogative."

Oh yeah, one last thing. These blogs aren't going to comment on themselves people! Get to typing.

2 Comments:

  • Though I agree it is uncouth to trim your fingernails in public, much less on public transportation which is in a confined and, at times, exit-less space, I would be even more grossed out if the fingernails had been flying about the car willy-nilly, or if some sandal-wearing girl had gone to town on her toenails with said clipper. I don't ride MARTA much (really at all), but thanks in part to your subway stories, I will be wearing disposable paper coveralls next time I ride. The creeps in DC can't be THAT much different from the creeps in ATL.

    By Blogger Miller Sturtevant, at 8:51 PM  

  • Seeing someone everyday on your way to the metro is about the same as seeing the same person twice in one day. I always know I'm on time if I see this Indian woman walking the opposite way with an angry look on her face, shaking her head. I call her the angry Indian. But if she's not angry, I'm late!

    By Blogger Shannon, at 4:57 PM  

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