I’m back on the bus and train and I’m looking as these moments as opportunities. (Don’t I sound like one of those “life trainers”?)
These moments are opportunities since without them I might not have new blogging material; and baby I have blogging material today!
It was 29 degrees in Atlanta Georgia this morning. 29 degrees. Please keep this fact in mind as it has a strong bearing on the next story.
Pretty young girl maybe 25 or so. Diva-ish dress style – appropriate for Saturday night at a club if a limo drops you off at the front door and security can whisk you inside so that you don’t even notice a chill. Totally inappropriate for an icy elevated train platform with the winds blowing NNE at 36 MPH. Girlfriend had on stretch Capris slacks with white stiletto pumps. No tights – no stockings – just cold, cold legs in the morning.
Once we boarded the train she sat directly across from me and I was able to continue with my observation (Yeah, I’m nosy as hell). Girlfriend was a big girl and needed to wear big girl clothes to look good. Girlfriend wore a strapless bra that was waaaaaay too small under a skin tight white sweater. The too tight strapless bra created bumps above her breasts that looked like additional breasts. She carried a white summer purse in an effort to pull the outfit together.
These things seemed remarkable to me, but what made her unbelievable was that she pulled a small roll of toilet paper from that white summer bag and proceeded to delicately blow her nose. On a train FULL of people she pulled out a roll of toilet paper. Emergencies happen – it’s true. I can imagine being stuck with a roll in my bag and discreetly pulling some out to blow my nose. I can’t imagine making a big production out of it.
Another girl decided that she needed 2 seats this morning and leaned on the wall with her feet up in the adjoining seat and started to do what looked like her homework. The riders that were standing there meekly just let her do it. It lasted for just one stop when a chick got on, stood next to the offending feet and glared at the girl who moved her feet and apologized.
In the “self absorbed” standard we’ve come to accept, at the far end of the train another young woman was having a private telephone onversation. Well, it would have been private if she hadn’t shouted into the phone so that everyone with a pulse heard everything she said. She cursed and argued and cussed and yelled and cursed again. Totally offensive at 7:10 in the morning with a variety of riders aboard the train. The N word was used so many times I wanted to scream. Some of us looked up in horror each time a new volley started, but I wasn’t looking for a beat down on my way to work so I kept my mouth shut. (yup, a punk)
One great note: I saw 3 different guys give up their seats to ladies this morning. Thank you young dudes! You made my day.