Now, I like the D train; it's fast, it's efficient, and it rarely smells. But, it's kinda ghetto. Well, not kinda, it is ghetto. One day, I was sitting down, probably listening to Peaches or something, when I noticed this very thin woman pacing back and forth in the car. When I say pacing, I mean she was literally going back and forth, from one end to the train to the other, verrrrry angrily. She was straight up cussing everyone out. "Fuck you, man, you can't tell me where to walk," she said. She was so furious, it started to make people laugh uncomfortably. Sometimes she would stop and look at a person in the eye, and reaffirm with them that no one could tell her what she could do. She reminded me of a pissed off teen...but with a mild crack addiction and the ever pleasant odor of urine.
As she neared the back of the train, where I was sitting, I noticed her notice me. And, that's where the trouble began. She shuffled over to me, spewing out expletives consisting of, "fuck," "bitch," and then a mumble of inaudible garbage. When she finally got to where I was sitting, she looked me in the eye, cursed something under her breath, and began to urinate...
Yes, urinate.
I was in such a state of shock I ran to the closest door I could find to transfer cars, but of course those are the doors that don't open. I remember some lady tell me, "oh don't worry about her honey, she ain't gonna do nothing to you." I'm sorry, she didn't choose you to urinate in front of.
When the doors finally opened, I did transfer into another car, but not without warning EVERYONE walking into THAT car, "THERE'S A CRAZY CRACKHEAD ON THE LOOSE! BEWARE!" And, that folks, was the first (and hopefully only) time a crack head cursed me out and peed on me.
I know this is so wrong...but she really did look like this.
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