An interesting ride

First of all, I want to say that as of yesterday, I've officially made 50 posts on here! This one will be 51. I know this is NOTHING to all you seasoned bloggers out there, but it's a personal accomplishment for the new kid on the block :) Let's all pour a drink.

You will, please, excuse the random, pointlessness of today's post. But I wanted to share my experience on the way to work on the train this morning, as my attention was kept for the entire ride. Maybe I'm just especially distracted by shiny objects in the morning.

First of all, there was this really-uber-amazingly interesting elderly lady who got on at my stop. She was extremely smartly dressed, in her 70s, I would say. She had the most pleasant look on her face, and I couldn't stop looking at her! I know, creep, right? Don't you ever have people like that? You see them and instantly you just want to know them? That's what happened to me. I bet she had tons of the best stories about relationships, family, and it looked like she'd probably travelled the world several times over. Right, she probably worked at McDonald's. But I can dream and imagine, right? So I just kept looking at her...discreetly, of course...and was thinking about how cool it would be to know her. But I chickened out on making a connection.

The second thing that was going on at the same time was this guy who looked like he was COMPLETELY stoned sitting at an angle from me. He was very nicely dressed, in business attire, fancy designer shoes, et cetera. But his eyes were completely bloodshot and BARELY open. I can't figure out how he was reading the words in the Tribune he had in his hand. He was a mystery.

The third thing that had me looking all over the place was the guy sitting right next to me that was reading...get this...an ELECTRONIC BOOK. It was just an LCD type screen and to turn the page he just clicked a button on the side. FASCINATING. I have heard of these contraptions, but never have I ever seen someone using one in person. I'm not sure how I feel about these yet, because I do love my books. The old fashioned type.

Finally, the kicker. The subway was super crowded, as always, but I kept hearing this kind of spitting sound. The kind of sound you would make by putting your tongue between your lips and blowing crisply. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out where or who it was coming from. When some people got off, I spotted this disgusting person spitting chewed fingernails onto the floor in front of him. Sick. Gross. NASTY. Maybe I'm a little neurotic (ok I'm alot nerotic), but I kept thinking they were landing on me, even though he was a good 10 feet away from me. You never know, he could be putting a hell of an arc on those bitten-off finger nails!

So between the very interesting elderly lady, to the stoned business man, to the student reading his LCD screen, to the fingernail biter, I had a very enlightening trip to work.

Ciao!