Screw metro (but i's free...)

So, after the incident Thursday involving the impaling of Manda on the pole so psycho chick could get the seat. I approached the train, thinking it would not be so bad today. Imagine my surprise to see psycho chick sitting there, hair still not combed this morning as i boarded the train.

Of course I ended up having to sit in a seat facing her. The whole trip while staring at her (a little game we started Thursday :) )I just wanted to rush over and take a brush to the rats nest on her head. Seriously, it takes 10 seconds to run a comb through your hair! Why is it so difficult????

It's a gamble getting on the train. You never know what nasty crust ass will sit next to you. Or who will decide that they want to talk to you. Can't you see the headphones in my ears attached to the ipod in my hand? I don't want to talk to you obviously. It's more irritating trying to read and you have to ask me about the book...you see i'm reading. Obviously I have no freakin idea how it ends. LEAVE ME ALONE. I DO NOT want to talk to you. Metro time is me time. The time I sit and think ugh I don't want to go to work, or damn that work day sure sucked. I need to reflect. Why will they not let me have that time?

The one good thing is that takign metro has extended the life of my poor van beyond all expectations. It's still runs pretty well, all things considered. I really need to break down and budget for a new car. But then if I drive, how can i enjoy the putrid smell of nasty folk riding on metro. Or the ones that need to kill me to get to a seat before me. My metro adventures....