An American Hero

Vindication

I ride the same train each morning as this guy, and it really isn't that bad. I'm all for hyperbole, but Rosa Parks comparisons? Come on!

I do admit, there are times where I want to tell people to shut up. One day, this lady sitting next to me (she was wearing a sweatsuit) kept calling her home, but the phone cuts out--SHE KEPT CALLING BACK. FIVE FREAKING TIMES!!! Something about her kid leaving his bookbag in his dad's car. That's fantastic--I really needed to waste my brain cells remembering that crap. And then, we get into the tunnel and of course she's getting service all the way too the platform.

Most days it's good people watching. This one girl was writing with a purple pen in her notebook, I don't know what, and she had all these misspellings and typos. I wasn't even trying too be nosy, but it took all I had not to correct her grammar.

And last week I had the pleasure of sitting next to this typical-looking businessman. He was typical until he broke out a motorcycle magazine. One of those hard-core ones with chicks draped all over some hogs. And he had his iPod turned up so loud that I could hear the music. The song of choice? Keep on Dancing by No Doubt. He must be a blast on the weekends.

God Bless the LIRR